For the panic itself.

Because she had come to understand, in three days of her own terror, that fear can make people do monstrous things, things that are not truly them, and that the man who pushed a baby away in a moment of pure animal panic was not the whole of the man she had married.

That, she believed, she could eventually forgive.

But what she could not easily forgive — what would take far longer, and might be the real work of the rest of their marriage — was everything that had come before that moment.