DANIEL

Minutes later, I gently released Miss Moonrack’s hand and stood, my legs feeling slightly stiff as I navigated the small space toward the crib.

I leaned over, my breath hitching in my throat.

She was breathtaking.

Even for a newborn, she looked remarkably healthy, a sturdy, precious little thing with skin as soft as velvet.

Everything about her... the tiny, curled fingers, the button nose, the faint fuzz of hair on her head... was perfection.

She was a tiny, sleeping ...