Not long after our conversation about Ethan, he came into the tent.

My arms tightened up around my baby.

“Is he done eating?” Ethan asked me, standing near the tent door.

I nodded. “Yes, but he’s asleep.”

With complete indifference in his voice, he said, “Give him to Georgia.”

“No,” I said, keeping my voice low. I didn’t want to wake the baby, but I was so upset that I was having to give my baby to someone else.

“Rosalie, you ...