Walt stares at me as I try to cover my nakedness. I don’t say anything, and eventually he helps me get my shirt up and over my head. Then I sit up and try to wrap my arms around my knees, but I can’t reach, so I just sprawl out on the floor inside my front door.

”You are the baby’s father,” I whisper. The muscles in his face shift and twist as he tries to figure out what to say next. I watch as he cycles through a number of emotions all at once. ...