I didn’t immediately understand why that mattered.
Then I looked at Daniel.
Every bit of color disappeared from his face.
His body went rigid again.
And the person at the door was staring directly at him.
Not at me.
Not at Emily.
At Daniel.
That was when everything shifted.
Whatever had frightened my husband when he looked at our daughter wasn’t about whether Emily belonged to him.
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He had recognized something about her.
Something tied to the person who had just appeared at our door.
Something connected to a chapter of Daniel’s life that had apparently existed long before me.
I tightened my arms around Emily.
“Daniel,” I whispered. “Who is that?”
He said nothing.
The stranger took one slow step into the room.
And Daniel finally looked at me with tears in his eyes.
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The expression on his face told me the truth before he said another word.
