The girls would someday ask difficult questions. I intended to answer honestly, without making them carry their father’s mistakes. They deserved to know they were wanted long before anyone proved anything in a laboratory.
After dinner I checked on them. Nora slept with one fist near her cheek. Elise had kicked off her blanket. I tucked it around her and whispered, “You were never the problem.”
Downstairs, my friends were arguing about dessert. I turned off the nursery light and went to join them. The future was not the one I had imagined, but it was mine to build.
