He rushed into the hallway.
Through the partially open door, I heard him speaking urgently on the phone.
My heart started racing.
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“Please send officers immediately. I think something terrible has happened in the maternity ward.”
My heart started racing.
Ten minutes later, the chief doctor entered my room.
He was accompanied by two nurses.
“Mrs. Emily, your husband is causing unnecessary problems.”
“What problems?”
“He claims there may have been a mistake with your baby.”
“Then perform a DNA test,” I demanded.
The doctor stopped smiling.
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Why not?”
He slowly closed the door.
“Because sometimes mothers have difficulty accepting that their children look different from them.”
His words made my stomach turn.
I looked down at the sleeping baby in my arms.
Then I noticed something.
Her identification wristband had a second label stuck over the original one.
