Sleepless Vigil

DARIO

“He is your son,” I say, my voice low but firm. “And you love him. So of course I know his name.”

It’s all I can say. The only truth I can offer her right now.

But she’s still bewildered. Still surprised. Her eyes stay wide, like she doesn’t know whether to cry or reach for me. Like she’s caught between relief and heartbreak.

But I’m still angry. Still hurting. So I turn my back to her, walk