Sutton cried the moment she stepped out of the NICU. She was crying because she was leaving Miles in the hospital while she went home. She didn’t care that it was only temporary. Her arms felt wrong without him in them. Even though she hadn’t been with him all night, it still felt wrong somehow.

She knew he was safe and well fed. Monitored around the clock, supported by more machines and sensors and trained professionals. The NICU nurses knew her by name. They adored Miles.

And yet—it ...