The night Ford Montgomery stopped being able to do anything else.

Falcon’s home on two weeks’ leave and he’s eaten an entire pie. There are six of them, and Megan is five days past her due date and standing on a stool her father built.

Then it’s 4:11 in the morning on the third floor of Kane County Hospital, and Ford is holding seven pounds and three ounces of his daughter, and he has not managed one other thing since.

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