Emma was sleeping in a crib, and Lily was staying awake, moving her feet.
Ryan looked at her for a few seconds.
They are so small…
I felt a lump in my throat.
They’re three months old, Ryan.
He’s approaching Lily.
Can I take her in my arms?
I showed him how to support her head and I carefully placed her in her arms.
Ryan looked at her without speaking.
Then his eyes filled with tears.
- Looks like you.
“Mame looks more like you,” I said.
He looked at the other crib.
I missed so many…
I didn’t answer.
It was true.
But I didn’t make the choices that had brought him in that situation.
After almost an hour, when the little girls fell asleep, Ryan sat on the couch.
Claire, I want to go home.
I felt my stomach tighten.
- Ryan …
I know I was wrong. I know I said terrible things in the harbor. I was scared, you took me by surprise and reacted badly.
