"You see?" Meredith says, glancing up with a grin. "She'll be fine, you both will. She's her father's daughter." She allows Theresa to shake her hand around, her own grasp limp, as she pushes open the nursery door with her free hand. It's going to take time and effort to adjust, but more and more, she's started to feel in earnest the things she's been saying, as if she's managing to convince herself.