“He’s perfect, sweetheart. Absolutely perfect.”
They were about to place him in Emily’s arms when the attending doctor stepped in to finalize the medical report. He was in his late fifties, composed, experienced, the kind of man whose presence usually reassured everyone around him.
His name was Dr. William Brooks.
He picked up the chart, stepped closer, and glanced down at the baby.
And then—
He froze.
The nurse noticed it immediately. His face had gone pale. His hand trembled slightly as it hovered over the clipboard. His eyes—steady just moments ago—filled with something completely unexpected.
