“Keep fighting, sweetheart.”
“Hi,” a female voice spoke behind them. Zane turned his head. It was one of the other mothers. She was alone and looked washed-out. Apparently her husband had left. “The waiting gets hard, doesn’t it.”
“Very,” Zane murmured.
“You two surely have a cute baby there. He looks perfect. Sam and I were wondering what was wrong with him?”
In the next instant Ms. Richins had backed away from the crib. Maybe it was a trick of light, but he thought there was more color in her face than before.
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