Maybe we were wrong.
When Kendra called us crying after the transfer succeeded, I cried too. When we heard the heartbeat during the first ultrasound, Daniel had to sit down.
At every appointment, we watched our daughter grow inside another woman and tried not to think about how easily happiness had slipped away from us before.
The pregnancy was smooth.
No complications, no warnings, nothing to suggest what waited on the other side.
Daniel carefully turned Sophia over to rinse her back.
Then he stopped moving.
At first I assumed he was simply being gentle, but then the cup slipped in his hand, spilling water into the tub. He didn’t even react.
“Dan?”
