When the doctor started the scan, the family crowded the monitor, reading the grainy image the way people read tea leaves, finding in it exactly what they wanted to find.

“Look at that jaw,” Gordon said proudly.

“That’s a Cortland jaw.” Suzanne agreed the nose was Bryce’s exactly.

But the doctor had stopped making the reassuring small talk doctors make.

He moved the probe, frowned at the measurements, checked the chart, measured again.

And Camila, who had more reason than anyone in that room to watch the doctor’s face rather than the screen, saw the change come over him.

“Doctor?