The morning sun spilled like liquid gold through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Richard residence, touching every corner of the master bedroom with gentle warmth. Cynthia stirred first, the soft coo of their baby girl tugging her from sleep. Her body ached in places she hadn’t expected, a reminder of the life she had just brought into the world. But when she turned and saw Mike cradling their daughter against his chest, she forgot everything else.

Mike had woken up in the middle of the night when the baby fussed, insisting Cynthia stay in bed and rest. Now he held the tiny bundle of warmth and innocence with the most...