As if to illustrate that point, Evie lifts Juno into my arms. “Hold her a sec?” She quickly yanks the tag off the jersey, then tugs it over her head and pushes her arms through the sleeves. A strange possessiveness pushes through me at the sight, but it’s quickly eclipsed by my present reality. I’m holding a baby. Or…sort of holding a baby? I might as well be holding a basketball. Juno is dangling from my hands, little legs kicking, eyes wide as she looks up at me.
