Melissa froze, her hand still reaching out for the baby, her expression one of utter confusion and rising panic.
I forced myself to sit up, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Ryan, what are you talking about? She’s your daughter. She’s the miracle we all prayed for,” I said, my voice shaking with a mixture of confusion and burgeoning anger. I couldn’t comprehend how the man I knew could say such a thing.
Ryan turned his gaze toward Melissa, his eyes wild and unfocused, then finally looked at me. There
