Clara stared, stunned, before she finally stepped forward and handed Wilson the bottle. Wilson took the bottle and hesitated for a moment, then tried to feed Amy.

While feeding, he stiffened even more, barely able to execute a simple action like this. He was afraid to feed the baby too quickly because she might choke on the milk. He had to be really careful. The small baby was so delicate and fragile, after all.

Clara watched Wilson feeding his daughter, her eyes gentle. Maybe moving here was