bag hung naturally from Sophie’s shoulder.
She held the tiny infant against her chest with the comfortable confidence of someone who had done it many times before.
I slowly climbed out of the car.
“Sophie?”
“Hi, Mom.”
Her voice sounded small.
Almost rehearsed.
The baby couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old.
I stared at my daughter.
Then at the child.
Then back at Sophie.
“Whose baby is that?”
Instead of answering, Sophie looked down at the infant.
“Can we get in the car first?”
“Sophie.”
My heart
