“Ethan?”

He didn’t answer.

“What’s wrong?”

When he finally looked at me, there was something in his expression I had never seen before.

Shock.

Confusion.

Almost disbelief.

Then he asked,

**“Why didn’t you tell me before?”**

My stomach tightened.

“Tell you what?”

He carefully picked Lily up and brought her toward me.

“Look at her.”

“I am looking at her.”

“Don’t you see it?”

His reaction frightened me.

For one awful moment, I wondered whether he thought Lily wasn’t his.

Or whether he had noticed something the doctors hadn’t mentioned.

“She’s your daughter, Ethan. What are you talking about?”

Then tears appeared in his eyes.

“No. Eloise, that isn’t what I mean.”

He dropped into the chair beside my bed and covered his face.