“Lucas?” I called out, feeling a sudden chill in my chest.

“What is going on?

What is wrong?”

He did not answer me at all, keeping his eyes glued to the baby before carefully turning her over to inspect her spine.

“Let me hold her, honey,” Hannah said joyfully, wiping tears from her cheeks as she held out her arms.

“Pass our baby girl to me.”

Instead of walking toward his wife, Lucas turned toward my hospital bed with a pale face and a tight jaw.

“I am sorry,” Lucas said in a flat, unrecognizable voice.