At 2 A.M., a Hidden

were working.”

“I chose not to see what was uncomfortable.”

She looked away.

Noah stirred in her arms. I reached for him, then stopped.

“May I?”

Ava nodded.

I took my son carefully. He was warm and small and innocent, his tiny cheek pressed against my shirt. The weight of him almost brought me to my knees.

My mother had stood beside his crib and taught his continue reading …