And the flowers fell from his hand.
“Daniel?”
Nothing.
He continued staring at Emily.
I pushed myself slightly higher against the pillows.
“What’s wrong?”
Still no answer.
Finally, he turned toward me.
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 Emily.
“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 Emily 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, Daniel.”
He stumbled backward and lowered himself into the chair beside my bed.
