“Marissa?” he called, setting his bag down as he entered.
No answer.
He walked into the living room—empty. Then toward the kitchen, where the soft glow of the overhead light spilled across the floor. He froze in the doorway.
Sitting on the kitchen table was a bassinet. Inside, a tiny baby lay awake, waving its little arms.
Daniel’s jaw dropped. He approached slowly, almost afraid to breathe. The baby blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes, as though equally surprised to see him.
