Noah kept crying. She tried to shift him and winced.
That got my attention fast.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“You just winced.”
“I had a C-section six days ago, Gavin. I’m not exactly at my best.”
Six days.
Six.
I stared at her. At the blanket. At the dark circles under her eyes. At the house that smelled faintly of formula and laundry soap and something burnt continue reading …
