On Christmas

woman in pajamas holding a baby wrapped in a blanket. The smell of antiseptic and wet coats filled the air.

“I’m Claire Whitman,” I said at the desk. “My daughters—Lily and Emma—someone called me.”

A nurse looked up. Her face changed immediately.

That look told me more than words.

“Come with me.”

My legs felt disconnected from my body as I followed her continue reading …