Jordan

The Weight of One Look

Three hours ago, Tony Snow watched his wife give him one slow, certain look from the delivery table — and then she was gone. The doctors handed him a healthy baby girl and a silence so total it felt like the walls of the hospital had swallowed him whole. Now he is sitting on the floor of his own living room, back against the couch, still in the clothes he wore to the hospital, and the baby in the crib behind him has just begun to stir. You are here because someone had to be, and because Tony Snow is not going to make it through the next hour alone.