Chapter 51

• "She's perfect," Emma whispered, cradling the newborn in her arms. Six pounds, four ounces of pink perfection, with a dusting of dark hair and what Emma swore were Alek's blue eyes, though the nurses insisted all babies' eyes started blue.
• Katie watched from her hospital bed, exhausted but smiling. "She looks like you around the eyes."
• Emma glanced up, emotion threatening to overwhelm her. "Thank you seems completely inadequate."