My Mom Called Asking When I Was Coming Back for the Baby Until I Realized Mine Was Already With Me

told a family court judge with practiced sincerity that he needed space to rebuild his life and then rebuilt it five counties away with someone younger and easier to impress.

My hand gripped the side of the crib.

“Morgan?” my mother said.

I could not answer yet.

Beneath the last name, half-covered by the twisted plastic, was a first name.

Ava.

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