My son was here.
I began sobbing immediately.
Dana cried beside me.
Rachel blinked rapidly and turned toward the monitor as though she needed to check something.
Evan lifted the baby with practiced care.
For a moment, he only stared.
Then he wrapped him in the pale blue blanket waiting nearby.
His hands trembled slightly.
Most people might not have noticed.
I knew Evan too well to miss it.
He looked at the baby’s face once.
Then he looked again.
Our son had the same gray-blue eyes.
The same dimple in his chin.
The same mouth Evan saw in the mirror every morning.
Recognition drained the remaining color from his face.
He walked toward me as if the floor might shift beneath him.
Then he placed our son on my chest.
