What is it?”
He didn’t answer. He was staring at the small of our baby’s back, at a mark I couldn’t see from where I lay.
“It can’t be,” he said, almost too softly to hear. “It can’t be, it can’t be.”
“Aaron.”
He leaned closer to the bassinet, as if a different angle might undo what he was seeing. His jaw worked. I watched him try to reason with it, watched continue reading …