***
Time passed.
Ben kept showing up for Evie.
Claire still wanted space.
Diane learned that being Evie’s grandmother came with boundaries she couldn’t negotiate.
“I don’t know.”
One afternoon, I found the photo I’d sent Ben from the hospital.
Evie’s tiny hand was wrapped around my finger.
I’d sent it because I wanted him to remember how badly we’d wanted her.
Now Evie lay beside me, waving one fist until I offered her my finger again.
She grabbed it.

I found the photo I’d sent Ben from the hospital.
This time, I didn’t reach for my phone.
But I knew who would decide what happened to my life.