"...he just turned up," Mindy says, and she glances over at Leo again and there's that some tug of love she felt the moment she spotted him, even if she has no recollection of conceiving him or carrying him or birthing him. The photos and the notes in the book help, too, of course, but there's something inherent that she feels for him, and she can't put it into words. "I was looking for Danny and... well," she reaches to lift him out, and he fusses a little but then he just stares straight back at Kate. "His name is Leo. He's... mine, I guess."

God, she guesses. This is so messed up.