Her cheeks were a pale pink, clear and warm, with none of the blotchy dark red that had terrified us seven nights earlier in the dark nursery.

Ethan rocked her gently back and forth, his boots silent on the linoleum floor.

“She drank all sixty milliliters at two o’clock,” Ethan said.

“And she stayed awake for twenty minutes watching the mobile.”

“Did she finish her water?”

“Every drop,” Ethan said.

“I logged it right after I changed her.”

He looked at the wall clock above the sink.