Chapter 7

Four days after Oliver was born, the hospital cleared us to go home. I had the discharge notes in one hand and my son's tiny hat in the other. He was feeding more steadily, his temperature was stable, and we had a pediatric appointment scheduled. I should have been thinking about placing him in his crib for the first time. Instead, I was thinking about the photograph Tessa had sent from my nursery. Maya drove. When we turned into the driveway, Graham's car was beside the garage. Tessa's...