I reach into the car seat and pick her up. It’s been over a year since I held a baby. She’s so soft and small in my arms I could cry. “Aw, honey. You don’t feel so happy, huh?” I rub my cheek against hers. “What’s up, sweetheart?” She looks up at me, anguished, and covers her face with her tiny hands. “I’m not sure she’ll tell you,” the dark-haired man drawls. “She’s not been very chatty so far.”
