PART 1: THE NURSE’S WARNING
I drove across four states to meet my newborn grandson. But only minutes after I held him, a nurse pulled me aside and whispered something that made my entire body go cold.
The day should have been one of the happiest of my life.
Instead, it became the day I discovered how much my son had hidden from me.
My name is Linda. I am sixty-one years old, and Daniel is my only child. Several years ago, he and his wife, Nora, moved far away because of his job.
When Daniel called one Sunday evening and announced that they had news, I guessed immediately.
“Nora is pregnant?”
He laughed, and I cried with happiness.
During the following months, I repeatedly offered to visit. I asked whether they needed help decorating the nursery, preparing for the baby shower, or buying supplies.
Each time, Daniel gently refused.
