Ben’s voice cut through the room so sharply that I looked at him before I looked at our daughter.
« What are you talking about? »
He didn’t answer.
Less than an hour earlier, he’d been crying beside me, kissing my forehead and telling me how proud he was. Now he was staring at Evelyn like he’d found something he couldn’t explain.
« No. This can’t be happening! This isn’t the baby I wanted! »
I tightened my arms around her.
« Ben, look at me. »
His mother, Diane, stepped closer.
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