8
Singer
10 days with Miles
Denial was a strange, slippery companion.
An hour might pass during which everything seemed fine. The weight of Miles in Singer’s arms seemed right. His babbling, while not resolving into words, nonetheless seemed like a dialogue.
Then something would happen. Something small and insignificant. Singer would fumble resnapping the onesie after a diaper change. Or he’d attempt a jar of food, and Miles would delight in rejecting it.
All normal, he kept telling himself. Perfectly appropriate. He was new to parenting; Miles was ten months old. No part of this was mysterious, or ominous. Everything was just fine.
Right up until Jake walked into the room and … did not fumble. When Miles spit food out at Jake, Jake made him laugh and shoved it back in his mouth. Ho
