Chapter 25

• Damon:
• The room was quieter than I expected. No tension. No bitterness. Just the soft, rhythmic sound of Isla’s breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric as Sienna shifted slightly, adjusting her hold on our daughter.
• I would have expected the nurses to come back, but I was surprised when neither one of them did. It was as if they were giving us our privacy and they had to admit. For a few moments I found myself appreciating that.