Caleb crossed the room and placed the baby against my chest.
She was warm.
Tiny.
Sleeping through all of it.
She was somebody’s child.
That made the fear worse. She wasn’t a clue or a mistake.
She was somebody’s child.
“Call the charge nurse,” I said.
The nurse hesitated.
“Just so we can sort this out.”
“Now.”
He rubbed both hands over his face.
She left.
Caleb started pacing.
He rubbed both hands over his face.
“What if I’m wrong?”
I looked down at the baby.
“I hope you are.”
I hated that part of me was afraid to hold her too closely.
“I stared right at it.”
“I know.”
“The nurse saw it too.”
“I know.”
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