Forrest looked down at the swaddled baby and confessed, “It was all my fault. If I had..."

“Forrest, we need to leave the past behind. We can't dwell on what's gone," Laura murmured as she gently stroked her daughter's cheek.

"Promise me you'll take good care of our little one."

Forrest gave a solemn nod. "I promise."

“If the time comes when you marry and find that raising this child isn't convenient, remember that you can always count on Mila," Laura added thoughtfully. "She and I are close friends, and she'd love her like her own."