Gabriella’s P.O.V

I froze the second I heard the name. “Nathaniel?” My voice cracked, barely making it past my throat. The nurse gave me a quick nod, not even noticing the way my hands had gone cold. I pressed closer to the glass of the NICU window, my breath fogging the pane as I whispered, “No… it can’t be. Nathan?”

The nurse looked at me curiously. “Yes, Nathaniel. His wife delivered a baby boy not too long ago. Precious little thing, strong as ever. We’re ...