Zoe stood beside a crib.

She looked at the baby, the fierce love etched on her face stopping Mitch from moving. He’d always thought Zoe was pretty, but now she took his breath away. Becoming a mother had transformed her. She was no longer just his high school sweetheart. Before him stood a full-grown woman, a mother, who had become more beautiful in the time he’d been away.

“Come see your son.”

Leaning on the cane, he made his legs move forward. When he came to the side of the crib and gazed down at the sleeping boy, with one thumb brushing his lips, his breath caught.

A longing, unlike any he’d ever experienced before, pummeled him. This was his son. His flesh and blood. A miracle.