My eyes fall closed.
Deep breath.
More than one.
I'm trying to hide my hurt.
She doesn't need my stress.
Getting better should be her only priority.
I take her hand, and she lets me, her eyes on mine. "Seeing as you don't recognize me, I'm not going to pressure you." A tear rolls down my cheek. "But I want you to know that I love you, and I hope you'll let me be here while you try to figure things out."
Her eyes fall to our hands.
Back to mine.
"I'll try," she breathes. "You said that's our daughter?"