QUOTE : Lenny, what is on her back?” he asked breathlessly, holding his daughter—our daughter—about as far away from his body as he could get. “Why is her back wet? What is all over my fingers?” The only thing I could do was press my eyes closed, shake my head, and dry heave with a balled-up hand over my mouth. “Why is her back so warm?” Jonah gasped. “What am I touching?” Shit. Literally.