There was silence. Then the faint sound of his breath catching. “What?” “Our daughter is safe,” she said softly. “The hospital called the other family. We’ve met. Everything’s been confirmed.” He didn’t speak right away. Then, in a low voice, “Can I come over?” She paused. “Do whatever you think is right.”
The knock came sooner than she expected, soft, hesitant, like he wasn’t sure he should be there. Emily stood in the hallway, her hands still damp from washing bottles. The knocking came again.