But something felt terribly wrong.
During my pregnancy, the doctor had told us that our daughter might inherit my albinism.
And now the nurse was acting strangely.
She wouldn’t look me in the eyes.
“Are you sure this is my daughter?” I asked quietly.
Her expression changed.
“Of course. Why would you ask that?”
“Can I see her birth records?”
“Later.”
She hurried out before I could ask anything else.
A few minutes later, Daniel entered the room.
He was smiling.
But the moment he saw the baby, his smile disappeared.
“Emily… whose baby is that?”
I stared at him.
“What do you mean? She’s ours.”
Daniel looked at her wristband.
Then he stepped backward.
“Emily, did you actually see our daughter after she was born?”
“No. They took her away immediately.”
His face turned white.
“Don’t let anyone take this baby from you. I’ll be right back.”
