When Elise tried to ask about follow-up visits, the mother waved her off. “I’ll make sure she rests,” she said. “The father knows the baby’s here, and he’ll check in later.” Olivia’s eyes flicked up at that, a quick, involuntary flinch that didn’t escape Elise.
“And what about support?” Elise asked gently. “Will she have help?” The mother’s smile tightened further. “We have a very private household, Nurse. We’ll manage.” She gathered the baby’s blanket as if to shield both child and secret from the world.