I arrived alone at the hospital to give birth to the son of the man who had abandoned me. When the doctor saw my baby, he started crying as if he had just found the living dead. No one accompanied me. No one held my hand. And when I said the father’s name, the most serious man in the hospital broke down in front of everyone.
“Dead?” I repeated. The word came out powerless. Dr. Richard Sullivan leaned against the edge of the hospital bed. He suddenly looked like an old man. The nurse was still holding my son, waiting for instructions, but for the first time all afternoon, no one seemed to know what to do. “Who told you that?”…