Connor & Hannah — The Ultrasound He Never Saw
Sometimes I said the wrong thing.
Once I told Rose she was “such a little Hannah,” and she frowned fiercely.
“I’m Rose,” she said.
“You’re right.
I’m sorry.”
Another time I became impatient when Elias took ten minutes to put on his shoes.
I heard my father’s clipped tone in my own voice, and the child withdrew into silence.
I sat beside him on the hallway floor.