PART 14 – The Visit That Changed the Room

Rebecca’s first supervised visit was scheduled for the following Thursday. Melissa explained the arrangement over the phone: Rebecca would spend an hour with Lily in a family room at the agency, with a caseworker present. Claire and James could attend the beginning and end, but they would not be expected to supervise the interaction themselves.

“She’s nervous,” Melissa said. “She’s worried Lily won’t recognize her, which is understandable. They’ve only met briefly.”

“Will her children be there?” Claire asked.

“Not this time. We want the first visit to be simple.”

Claire agreed, then spent the rest of the morning wondering what simple meant when a baby’s future was involved.

On Thursday, she dressed Lily in a pale yellow romper and tucked a soft blanket into the diaper bag. James drove them to the agency. He had taken the morning off work, though he kept checking his phone as if he could somehow finish the tasks waiting at the office from the passenger seat.

Rebecca was already in the family room when they arrived. She stood as they entered, smoothing the front of her cardigan. Her eyes went immediately to Lily.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she whispered.

Claire felt a sudden, unexpected urge to hold Lily closer. She resisted it. Rebecca was not a stranger trying to take something. She was Anna’s sister, and she had come because she believed she might be able to offer Lily a place in her family.

“Hello, Rebecca,” Claire said.

“Thank you for bringing her.” Rebecca’s voice was careful. “I know this can’t be easy.”

“It’s all right,” Claire replied, though she wasn’t sure the words were true.

Melissa greeted everyone and explained that she would remain in the room. Rebecca washed her hands, then sat on the rug with a few soft toys arranged beside her. Claire lowered Lily into her arms.

For a few seconds, Lily stared at Rebecca with wide, unfocused eyes. Rebecca smiled, but her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the blanket.

“She has Anna’s chin,” Rebecca said.

Claire looked at the baby. She had noticed the resemblance in photographs, but hearing it aloud made Anna feel suddenly present.

“Did you see Anna often?” James asked.

“Not as much as I should have.” Rebecca kept her gaze on Lily. “We argued about things that seem ridiculous now. Work, money, her husband. I thought she was being stubborn. She thought I was judging her.”

“Were you close when she found out she was pregnant?” Claire asked.

Rebecca’s smile faded. “We spoke. She told me she was scared. I offered to help, but I was dealing with my own problems then. I had just changed jobs, and my youngest was having trouble at school. I kept telling myself we’d talk when things settled down.”

She brushed one finger over Lily’s sleeve. The baby grabbed it, then released it.

“I wish I’d made more time,” Rebecca said.

No one answered. Claire knew the feeling of wishing for a different conversation, a different afternoon, a moment when a person could still be reached.

Rebecca began speaking softly to Lily. She told her about the rain that morning, the little garden behind her house, and the two children who had asked whether babies could understand jokes. Lily made a small squeak. Rebecca laughed, and the sound loosened something in the room.

After ten minutes, Melissa asked Claire and James to wait in the adjoining observation area. They could see through the interior window, though the glass was partly frosted for privacy. Claire sat beside James and watched Rebecca rock Lily in the chair.

“She looks comfortable,” James said.

“She does.”

“Rebecca seems kind.”

Claire folded her hands in her lap. “She does.”

The agreement felt insufficient. Kindness mattered, but it was only one part of caring for a child. Claire thought about the boys’ routines, the school runs, the nights when Lily woke every two hours. She wondered how Rebecca’s household would absorb the same demands.

During the visit, Rebecca took out a small knitted hat. She had made it herself, she explained later, after Melissa confirmed that gifts were permitted as long as they were simple and safe. The hat was cream-colored, with a tiny stitched flower near the edge.

“She might outgrow it before the weather turns,” Rebecca said when the hour ended. “But I wanted to make something for her.”

Claire accepted the hat. “It’s lovely.”

Rebecca hesitated. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Do you think she’s happy with you?”

The question caught Claire off guard. She looked down at Lily, who had fallen asleep against Rebecca’s shoulder.

“I think she’s beginning to feel safe,” Claire said. “We’re learning what she needs.”

Rebecca nodded. “That’s what I want for her.”

The caseworker announced that the visit was over. Rebecca returned Lily carefully, and Claire settled the baby against her own chest. Rebecca’s hands lingered for a moment before she stepped back.

“Thank you,” she said. “I know I’m asking you to trust me when we barely know each other.”

“We’re all trying to do what’s right for her,” Claire replied.

Outside, the air smelled of wet pavement. James carried the diaper bag while Claire secured Lily in her car seat.

On the way home, they discussed the visit in cautious fragments. James thought Rebecca had handled Lily gently. Claire agreed. Neither wanted to turn an hour into a conclusion.

That evening, Ethan noticed the knitted hat on the kitchen counter.

“Who made that?”

“Rebecca,” Claire said. “She’s Anna’s sister.”

“Does she want Lily?”

Claire considered the question. “She wants to help take care of her.”

“More than us?”

The words were quiet, but they struck hard.

“I don’t think it’s a competition,” Claire said. “Rebecca has a different connection to Lily. She’s family. We’re caring for her right now.”

Ethan looked away. “But we’re her family too, aren’t we?”

Claire sat beside him. “We’re the people taking care of her. And we love her. Those things are true whether she stays here or lives somewhere else.”

He pressed his lips together, trying to absorb an answer that did not give him what he wanted.

Later, when the boys were asleep, Claire and James talked about the visit in their bedroom. James sat on the edge of the bed, turning the knitted hat over in his hands.

“Rebecca may be able to give Lily something we can’t,” he said.

Claire watched him. “A connection to Anna’s family.”

“And maybe a home where she grows up knowing her aunt and cousins.”

“That could matter a lot.”

James set the hat down. “But I don’t want us to pretend we wouldn’t be devastated if she left.”

Claire sat beside him. “We don’t have to pretend.”

He looked at her, his eyes tired. “When I first saw Lily at the hospital, I thought we could just bring her home and figure everything out. I didn’t understand how many people would be part of the decision.”

“Neither did I.”

They sat in silence. Then Claire took his hand.

“We can love her without deciding that love gives us the right to keep her,” she said.

James nodded, but his grip tightened around her fingers.

Over the next week, Rebecca’s assessment continued. Melissa asked for references, details about her work schedule, and information about the children in her home. Rebecca responded promptly. She also asked whether she could attend Lily’s next medical appointment, but the agency declined for now, explaining that the visit schedule would expand only after the initial assessment.

Claire felt a strange mixture of relief and guilt when she heard that. She wanted Rebecca to have a chance. She also wanted the days with Lily to continue without interruption.

One afternoon, while Claire was folding baby clothes, her phone rang. It was Rebecca.

“I hope I’m not bothering you,” Rebecca said. “Melissa gave me your number so we could coordinate the next visit.”

“You’re not bothering me.”

There was a pause. “I’ve been thinking about Anna. About what she might have wanted.”

Claire stopped folding. “What do you think?”

“I think she wanted Lily to know where she came from. She used to say she didn’t want her daughter growing up with a blank space where her mother should be.”

Claire remembered the letter and its careful hope. “We want her to know about Anna too.”

“Would you be willing to share photographs someday? Stories? Not right now, if it’s too much.”

“Of course,” Claire said. “When the time is right.”

Rebecca exhaled, sounding relieved. “Thank you.”

After the call, Claire opened the folder where she had placed the letter. She wondered whether the photograph of Anna tucked inside should be kept with Lily’s things. She decided it should. The baby deserved more than a collection of documents about adults arguing over her future.

That night, Claire placed the photograph in a small envelope and wrote Lily’s name on the front. She did not add anything else. The story would come later, when Lily was old enough to ask questions and the adults could answer without hiding behind their own pain.

For now, the photograph rested in the drawer beside the knitted hat, two small reminders of the woman who had brought Lily into the world and the family members who were still trying to find their place in her life.

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