And I turned my head to watch my brother’s face, because I did not want to miss it — the moment a man who had wanted this so desperately, for so long, finally laid eyes on his own child.

I expected him to smile.

I expected him, most likely, to cry.

I expected him to reach out one finger and touch her impossibly tiny hand.

I have replayed the next few seconds many times, because I got none of the things I expected.

Chapter 6 — I Can’t Take Her Home

The moment Ethan got a clear look at his daughter, something changed in his face.

He went still.