After 13 Days in the NICU, I Took My Newborn Daughter to Meet Grandpa—One Look at Her Eyes Made Him Whisper, “This Can’t Be Possible”
“What?”
“No, no, no.”
He lowered himself into the porch chair.
I took Nora because his hands were trembling too badly.
“Grandpa, you’re scaring me.”
He stared at the baby as if she had opened a grave.
“What was Caleb’s father’s name?”
My stomach tightened.