Marissa looked at me.
Then at the baby in my arms.
Her eyes filled immediately.
“My mom knitted a pink cap for her.”
“What did you notice?” I asked.
She swallowed.
“The hat.”
Caleb frowned.
“What hat?”
“My mom knitted a pink cap for her. The nurses put it on right after she was born.” She pointed toward the baby her husband carried. “When they brought her back, she had a hospital cap instead.”
“I thought maybe I remembered wrong.”
Her husband lowered his eyes.
“I told her someone probably changed it.”
“I thought I was exhausted,” Marissa said. “I thought maybe I remembered wrong.”
Caleb stood.
“Can I ask you something?”
Marissa nodded.
Her husband’s arms tightened around the baby.
“Can you check her left shoulder?”
Her husband’s arms tightened around the baby.
No one moved.
