“We did it,” he whispered.
For a few wonderful moments, everything felt perfect.
Then a phone buzzed in his pocket.
He fished it out, glanced at the screen, and I watched the color leave his face.
He leaned closer to look at Antonia.
His expression changed.
The smile disappeared.
He stared at our daughter as though something about her had unsettled him.“No,” he murmured. “This can’t be right. This isn’t what I expected.”
I looked up at him, confused.
“Ian? What are you talking about?”
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