“There she is.”
My heart leapt.
Caleb immediately stood.
The nurse smiled.
“Would you like to hold your daughter?”
His whole face softened.
“Yeah. I really would.”
She placed the baby carefully into his arms.
The blanket slipped slightly as Caleb adjusted her, exposing the top of one shoulder.
For one perfect second, he smiled down at her.
Then his expression changed.
His entire body became rigid.
“Caleb?”
He didn’t answer.
His face had gone pale.
The nurse noticed.
“Sir, are you feeling faint?”
Caleb stared at the baby.
“No.”
Something in his voice made the back of my neck go cold.
“What’s wrong?”
He slowly looked at me.
“No. That’s impossible.”
The nurse frowned.
“What is?”
Caleb lowered the blanket a little farther.
There was a reddish patch on the baby’s right shoulder.
He stared at it.
“The mark.”
I forced myself upright despite the pain.
