“Scarlett Leighton Winfrey? That’s what you’re choosing?”
“Yes.”
She smiles and writes the name on the empty line at the top of the pink crib card. “Well, Miss prissy pants, you finally have a name after being nameless for two weeks. I hope you like it.”
Scarlett Leighton Winfrey. Only been in this world for two weeks and she’s spent every one of those fourteen days fighting for survival. And it’s not over yet. The road ahead of her is going to be a long one. And it’s my job to be here by her side.
I’m her father.
She’s my daughter.
Nothing in my life is ever going to be as it was.