“I did. He was a great listener.” I smile, thinking of the times he used to kick me just for fun. “He also loved Coke.” I remember all of a sudden. “He used to go nuts in my stomach when I had it.”

“I’m so sorry, Kallie,” he says, looking down at the picture, and it’s time to show him the last picture.

“This is the day he was born,” I say and pull out the picture of him wrapped in the white sheet. “He was small but perfect.” He looks like he is sleeping. You would never think otherwise.

He takes the picture out of my hand, and his shoulders start to shake as he holds the picture in his hand. His tears are dripping down his chin. “He’s so beautiful.” He looks at me, and I smile at him. “He looks like you.”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “He looked exactly like you,” I say and then hand him another picture.

He looks at it and gasps. “This is why you had the panic attack?” He doesn’t ask me so much as tells me. The picture is of me holding Gabriel in my arms, my face pale as tears are running down my cheeks with my mother beside me on the hospital bed with her arm around the two of us. Her own tears are on her face. “I want to tell my mother,” he says, looking at the picture. “I want to tell everyone about my son.”

“I don’t know,” I say honestly and put the envelope down. “I haven’t even told my father and Casey.”

“Then we’ll do it together.” He grabs my hand in his. “You don’t have to do anything alone anymore.”

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” I say. “Your mother already isn’t keen on us talking.”

“You gave birth to our child by yourself,” he says angrily. “You buried him all by yourself. Our child,” he repeats. “Our son.”

“Okay,” I say, “I just want to tell my father before anyone, please.”

He nods his head and then looks at me. “Can I keep this?” he asks me.

“Those are for you and this also.” I take out the last paper in the envelope. “It’s small, but it’s his footprint.”

“I’ve never in my life felt so much yet so empty at the same time,” he says to me, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand.

“I know the feeling,” I say. “It’s a bit better now that I get to share him with you. That you know him also.”