PART 2

My hands were shaking when I opened the envelope.

Inside was a photo. A tiny baby in a hospital blanket, wearing a knitted hat. And a card, written in careful handwriting.

“Mr. Bernard,

You didn’t end the trip. So we wouldn’t let yours end either.

Meet your namesake. Bernard Terrell Whitlock. Born 1:52 a.m., I-83, in the back of your car.

With love forever,Danae and Terrell”

I had to sit down in one of those plastic chairs.

Ms. Harrow came around the desk and brought me a cup of water. She didn’t say anything about rules this time.

Here’s what happened while I’d been sitting at home, feeling sorry for myself.

Danae had told her nurses everything. How I’d climbed into the back seat. How the app had told me to put her out in the rain.

One of the nurses posted it online.