My hands began trembling.
I carefully turned Emily’s head.
There it was.
A tiny, reddish mark shaped almost like a heart.
Daniel covered his mouth and began crying.
“How did you know?” I whispered.
Rebecca’s eyes filled with tears.
“Because Daniel had another daughter.”
My heart seemed to stop.
“What?”
“Her name was Grace. She was only three years old when we lost her.”
I stared at my husband.
“You had a child before me?”
Daniel nodded through his tears.
“Before we met, I was married. My little girl became seriously ill. We tried everything, but she didn’t survive.”
He struggled to continue.
“Her mother and I separated afterward. I couldn’t even speak Grace’s name without falling apart.”
Rebecca gently touched the edge of Emily’s blanket.
“Grace had exactly the same birthmark.”
Suddenly, Daniel’s reaction made sense.
He hadn’t doubted our daughter.
