“Hosono?” Her chest was slowly rising and falling. Over and over. I could hear something like leaking air. Then I caught a glimpse of the tiny face at her chest—cheeks that looked smoother and softer than fresh cream. The baby slept between Hosono’s chest and arms, with a look on her face like she lived in a world free of pain and sadness. “Everything’s great, just as long as I keep holding her like this.”
