I’m not cut out for this. The feeling washes over me all at once. I can’t be a dad. It has taken me this long to become a halfway decent husband, and kids are far less forgiving. What if I screw her up? What if I mess everything up and Eve leaves me and takes our daughter with her, and I die old and bitter and alone? The doors at the end of the hall open, and I am half-tempted to sprint towards them and leave the hospital altogether. Really, I might be doing Eve a favor. But then, I hear her scream.
