formula. When he handed her the warm bottle, her hands shook so violently she almost dropped it.“Here,” Ethan murmured gently. “Feed her.”
Clara sank onto her small sofa, cradling Lily close. The moment the nipple touched the baby’s lips, the crying stopped. The apartment fell into a profound, heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic, desperate sound of an eight-month-old finally getting what she needed. Clara closed her eyes, tears finally spilling over her lashes, hot and fast.
“Thank you,” she sobbed silently, her shoulders shaking. “Thank you. I
