“Mmm,” he hums her name, touching her face as gently as he can. “You almost got it. One day I’ll get to hear you say my name. You’ll have to make sure your daddy records it for me when you do.” He looks right at her, his icy blues boring into her, and there’s absolutely no misunderstanding when he says, “Mmm…Mama.” Miller’s face falls. “What did you say?” “Mama.” Max grins, so proud of himself for saying a name I now realize he’s been trying to say for weeks. “Mama! Mama!”
