I handed June to him.
He settled her against his chest.
“Go sleep.”
I did.
For four hours.
When I woke, Ethan was sitting on the couch.
June slept in the bassinet beside him.
He wasn’t watching television.
He wasn’t on his phone.
He was watching her.
He looked up when I entered.
“Her temperature is 100.2.”
“I checked it two hours ago.”
“I gave the next antibiotic dose at nine.”
“She ate a little.”
“Not much.”
“But something.”
“She fell asleep about an hour ago.”
I sat beside
