The room went quiet when I placed the ultrasound photo on the coffee table. My husband, Aleric, looked at it, then at me, while his mother stood beside the bassinet holding the three-month-old baby he had brought into our Greenwich home only days earlier.

I couldn’t let him be passed from home to home.”

He glanced toward the bassinet.

“I brought him here. The legal process is nearly complete.”

Then he looked directly at me.

“From now on, he’s our son.”

“What cousin?”

My voice remained calm.

“I didn’t even know you had a pregnant cousin.”

“You never met her.”

Eleanor immediately interrupted.

“Saraphina, why are you interrogating him? Aleric is doing something generous, and you’re standing there behaving as if he committed a crime.”

“I asked a question.”

“And I answered it.”

She