Anne asked, her voice still painfully weak. Seeing her like this caused an almost physical ache in the pit of Ian’s stomach. “Not a stranger, a neighbor.” He stroked her hand and tried to look past her bruised and battered face. “Allie is a maternity nurse. She works with breastfeeding babies all the time and is the one who figured out how to get Ryane to eat.” “Ryane wouldn’t eat?” He could see the panic in her eyes. Wrong thing. Why was it that the only things that came out of his mouth these days were the wrong things? “Honey, Ryane’s a smart girl, she knows what she likes, and that’s you. I tried every bottle I could think of, tried everything, and couldn’t get her to take a drop.” Tears glittered on the edge of Anne’s eye. “Hey, don’t worry. Allie heard our little girl shouting her annoyance and came to the rescue. She had this bottle thing that moms are supposed to use when they don’t have enough milk.
