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My daughter's name was Sophia May Davenport

She weighed 3lbs, 43oz

And she was beautiful

She was even able to breathe on her own, but would not leave the NICU for a while, and she couldn’t come out of her incubator yet Even so, she was still beautiful I had spent the last 48 hours next to her She would need a few ht then, Hannah was in with her, sitting in her wheelchair, while I stood outside, signing papers

“You look like you’ve had a rough couple of days”

Hearing her voice made me freeze I quickly prayed that when I turned around she would be there, and thanked God that she hen I did

She held up a cup of what smelled like coffee for me

Ignoring it, I pulled her intome back She just stood there

“Guinevere,” I said, breaking free “I know this is , but I ork it out, I promise you—”

“Eli, it’s okay,” she whispered, placing the cup into be fine The only person that should be on your ets er”

I hated this, how she smiled and it was so obviously fake, how it felt like she had closed the door on me She had become cold

“Guinevere, don’t” I could feel it coure this out Don’t shut me out Give me a chance Give us a chance—”

“Eli, ere just a fling”

She all but stabbedstill “We were two lonely people who found coet back to reality You’ve been a great friend to me—”

“Stop it” I couldn’t listen anymore