Andrew blinked. "I'm sorry what did you just say?"
Zeke let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. "She's my daughter."
Andrew's mouth opened slightly, then closed again, completely thrown off. Without thinking, he stepped closer to the hospital bed, as if needing to get a better look at the child's face.
He stared at her, eyes narrowing in recognition.
"Wait... I've seen her before," he said slowly. "At the cafe. With Cassidy. The day I told you about. I saw her with a few other kids. She was one of them."
He turned back to Zeke, eyes growing wider as the pieces started falling into place. "Wait… she's your daughter? Yours and Cassidy's?" He looked at Claire again, now with a whole new understanding.
"But why is she here? Why is she like this? What happened?"
Zeke took a deep breath, his jaw tightening as he looked down at Claire.
"There was a shooting," he said quietly. "At a cafe. She got caught in it."
Andrew's face fell. "Shit…"
