“And the pediatrician’s number is on the fridge, in case you need it.”
Jason looked pale now. Truly pale.
“Amelia… you can’t just leave me like this.”
I gave him a calm look.
“Like what?”
“Alone with a newborn.”
The silence that followed felt heavy.
Finally, I said quietly, “Now you understand.”
Jason’s shoulders sagged.
For the first time since Oliver was born, he looked genuinely ashamed.
“I didn’t realize…” he murmured.
“No,” I said softly. “You didn’t.”
Oliver started crying in his arms.
Jason froze.
“What does he want?”
