From that moment on, grief became something the world expected him to manage efficiently. Nurses came and went, always leaving with the same careful explanation: the babies needed more than they could provide. One twin cried constantly, but Ethan’s cries were different—sharper, relentless, paired with stiffness and movements that felt wrong. Jonathan mentioned it at appointments, but Dr. Matthew Collins, the obstetrician who delivered the boys, dismissed his concerns with practiced confidence. “Normal,” he said. “Newborn nervous systems. It will pass.” Then Laura’s sister arrived. Karen Doyle came armed with lawyers and accusations, filing for emergency custody and painting Jonathan as an absent, overwhelmed father. She advised him to install cameras to “prove” he was monitoring everything. He hated the implication but feared losing his sons more.