Julian finished his shower and slipped into a snow-white robe. When he lifted his arm, his gaze still drifted to his battered right one. It was so much more flexible now—he could even write and sign his name again.

Back in the bedroom, he went to Zoe first. In the pink crib, the little one slept like an angel.

His little daughter.

Julian bent and kissed her. Zoe curved into a tiny smile, like she could feel her dad’s kiss.

He couldn’t ...