Later that same evening, a small baby beanie fell out of Daniel’s bag.
It was white, and inside, a completely different last name was written in permanent marker.
“Where did this come from?” I asked. Daniel snatched the hat right out of my hands.
“They probably just tossed it into my bag by mistake at the hospital.”
The following day, Daniel and Claire went downstairs to sign official paperwork.
I stayed behind in the room alone with the baby. While searching through the closet for a fresh diaper, I stumbled upon a dark blue envelope hidden deep at the back of the shelf.
Inside were two different hospital identification bracelets, a consent form signed by a woman I had never heard of, and a photograph showing Daniel standing beside an incubator containing a completely different newborn baby.
On the back of the photograph, a single sentence was written: “I chose the one who had the best chance of surviving.”
In that devastating instant, I felt my heart stop dead in my chest. I know you want to know the rest of the story, because what happened next is completely unexpected.
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