Her husband held her as she cried. He rubbed her back as she pressed her face into his chest, squeezing his shirtfront, and Jed’s hand covered hers.
“Ouch, Diana. Ease up—you got my chest hair. It’s all right,” Jed whispered and kissed her head, brushing back her hair and sliding his large, calloused hand down her back.
“Jed, what’s going on?” Becky asked, holding a now whimpering Danny.
Danny reached out his tiny hands to Jed.
Diana sat up and wiped her eyes. Her face felt tight and cracked, and her stomach felt as if someone had shoved a knife in her and gutted away.
Becky handed Danny to his papa. Diana leaned in and kissed Danny’s back, sniffing and hiccuping as she struggled to choke back her sobs. Terrifying Danny was the last thing she wanted to do, but it was exactly what she
