Chapter 83

• The photograph lay on the table between them like a living thing, its weight far heavier than the glossy paper it was printed on.
• Danielle couldn’t take her eyes off it. Every glance brought back the sterile smell of the hospital, the beeping of machines, and the hollow ache in her chest when she’d woken to the news her child hadn’t survived.
• Only now, with Theo upstairs—alive, real, and calling her “Mommy”—she realized how twisted this reminder truly was.