“I told you something was wrong,” she said to him.
He looked shaken.
“I know.”
Denise approached them.
“Marissa, this is the other family I mentioned.”
Marissa looked directly at me.
Then at the baby in my arms.
Her eyes filled with tears.
“What did you notice?” I asked.
She swallowed.
“The hat.”
Caleb frowned.
“What hat?”
“My mother knitted a pink cap for our daughter. The nurses put it on her right after she was born. When they brought her back, she was wearing one of the plain hospital caps instead.”
Her husband lowered his eyes.
“I told her somebody probably changed it.”
“I thought I was exhausted,” Marissa whispered. “I thought I had remembered wrong.”
Caleb stood.
“Can I ask you something?”
She nodded.
“Would you check that baby’s left shoulder?”
Her husband tightened his arms around the infant.
Nobody moved for several seconds.
Then Marissa slowly pulled the blanket aside.
