I nodded toward the bottles and formula. “You have to prepare the bottle.”

Ayla’s eyes snapped to me. “I’ve never done it.”

I sighed then held Lisa out to her. “Then you’ll have to hold her while I show you how to do it.”

Ayla glanced at my daughter, swallowing. Embarrassment filled her face as she met my gaze, and I knew what she’d say before she did. “I’ve never held a baby in my life.”

For a moment, I felt the urge to lash out at her verbally, but I shoved it down. Ayla had even less say in marrying me than I did. It wasn’t her fault that...