I had never seen that expression on my husband’s face before.
There was shock.
Fear.
But underneath both was something even more unsettling.
Recognition.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
My stomach tightened.
“Tell you what?”
He glanced toward Lily.
“Look at her.”
“I am looking at her.”
“No.”
His voice trembled.
“Really look at her.”
I frowned.
“What exactly am I supposed to see?”
His eyes began filling with tears.
“You seriously don’t recognize it?”
“Recognize what?”
I immediately reached into the bassinet and brought Lily into my arms.
I studied every inch of her little face.
Pink cheeks.
Tiny nose.
Closed eyes.
Steady breathing.
Nothing looked wrong.
“She’s your daughter, Ethan.”
He stumbled backward and lowered himself into the chair beside my bed.
I was still recovering from a long, exhausting delivery when my husband finally walked into the hospital room and leaned over our newborn daughter.
