My breath stopped.
Evelyn leaned closer. “Claire?”
“I didn’t give this to her.”
Richard took the photo gently.
On the back, Whitney had written one line.
He looks like her.
Nobody spoke.
Daniel’s face drained of color.
“I thought maybe she took it when she visited you,” he said.
“She visited my apartment,” I whispered. “Not the hospital.”
The room shifted again, every piece of the story moving into a new and stranger pattern.
“How did she get a hospital nursery photo?” Evelyn asked.
Melissa happened to arrive with discharge instructions just as the question left Evelyn’s mouth. She looked from face to face and paused.
“Everything okay?”
I held up the photograph.
“Is there any way a visitor could get a picture like this from the nursery?”
Melissa came closer. Her expression changed when she saw it.
“That’s from the newborn unit.”
“So someone at the hospital took it?”
