“But look at him,” I pleaded, holding the baby up just a little higher as if Carl could somehow see the desperation in my nephew’s eyes the way I could.
“He’s so small, and he’s cold. He needs us.”
There was a long, heavy silence. Carl looked at the baby again, then at me.
I could see the conflict in his eyes — he was trying to be logical, trying to protect us from making a decision that could change everything.
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