Naming a new beginning
In the days that followed, Andrew named his son Elias, a name Lillian had mentioned one evening, late, saying that she liked the sound of it, which evoked something lasting rather than new.
Yet nothing about their situation seemed ordinary, and Andrew sensed that this child carried within him much more than his own beginning.
A child who anticipated the world
, Elias reacted to events before they even happened, becoming agitated moments before alarms sounded, calming down just before sudden disturbances, as if he were in sync with currents that no one else could feel.
The doctors suggested it was a coincidence, but their voices lacked conviction.
The memory that wasn’t his own.
One night, as the rain drummed softly against the window, Andrew held Elias close, whispering reassuring words that he himself hardly believed.
“You’re safe,” he whispered. “I’m here.”
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