I was wrong. And when the captain made an unexpected announcement before we landed, I was certain something terrible had happened to my baby.
Earlier that week, Dad had collapsed while watering his tomatoes. My sister, Rachel, found him and called an ambulance. Dad was unconscious when Daniel and I arrived. The doctors couldn’t promise he would recover.
Beside his bed, I described the crib Daniel had assembled backward. I’d chosen our daughter’s name, I said, but wouldn’t tell him until he woke
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