Tears.
“Doctor?” the nurse asked carefully. “Is everything okay?”
He didn’t respond.
He couldn’t.
He kept staring at the baby.
The small curve of his nose. The shape of his lips. And just beneath his left ear—a faint birthmark, like a soft crescent.
Emily struggled to sit up, panic rising instantly.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong with my baby?”
The doctor swallowed hard. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.
