He's home now. His real father sat by his bedside for endless nights, watching over him. After being shut out of his son's life for those pivotal first months, he'll be taking his baby boy home.
Trauma rounds the other day brought him up. The reports from therapy are looking good. "It's amazing how brains heal in little ones."
His name is written in my mind, like so many others. I wonder sometimes what will happen, if I'll ever know what his nebulous future becomes.
I can always hope.