“The mark.”
I pushed myself upright despite the pain.
“Our daughter’s birthmark was on the left.”
“What about it?”
“This isn’t where it was.”
The nurse blinked.
“I’m sorry?”
“Our daughter’s birthmark was on the left.”
She gave a small, uncertain smile.
The room suddenly felt too bright.
“Newborn skin can look different after delivery. Redness can appear—”
“No.”
His voice sharpened.
“This isn’t the same mark.”
The room suddenly felt too bright.
“Caleb,” I whispered. “Tell me exactly what you saw.”
I’d heard the nurse confirm it.
He turned toward me.
“Dark oval. Left side. Near her collarbone. I said it looked like a thumbprint.”
I remembered.
Of course I remembered.
I’d heard the nurse confirm it.
I looked at the woman beside him.
She glanced toward the door.
Przeczytaj więcej, klikając przycisk ( DALEJ »» ) poniżej!
