People in my family keep asking what I’m going to do and I genuinely don’t have an answer. Some days I think I should have just stayed at the hospital and never opened that wallet and lived the rest of my life not knowing.

Other days I think finding out was the only honest thing that’s happened to me in years. I don’t know. I keep thinking about Sophie’s little bike in that hallway. She didn’t do anything to anybody. None of this is hers and she’s the one who’s going to grow up inside it.