But instead of calming down, Caleb appeared even more frightened.
Everything seemed to correspond.
I should have felt relieved.
But instead, Caleb appeared even more frightened.
“That says she’s ours,” the nurse said carefully.
Caleb slowly shook his head.
“I know what I saw.”
“Give her to me.”
I extended both arms.
“Give her to me.”
Caleb walked across the room and gently placed the infant against my chest.
She felt warm.
So tiny.
She slept through everything happening around her.
She was somebody’s child.
And that made the fear even worse. She wasn’t evidence or an error.
She was somebody’s child.
“Call the charge nurse,” I said.
The nurse paused.
“Just so we can sort this out.”
“Now.”
He dragged both hands over his face.
The nurse left the room.
Caleb began pacing back and forth.
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