My mother-in-law suddenly announced, “This baby doesn’t belong to our family.” The room froze. My husband’s face registered sh0ck. I only smiled. At that moment, the doctor walked in carrying the results and said, “There’s something you all need to hear.”
“This child cannot share our bl00dline.”
Everything stilled. The IV pump’s rhythmic beeping, the faint wail of another infant, even the air itself seemed suspended. My arms clutched tighter around my daughter, Luna, her tiny warmth pressed against me. Caleb turned, confusion painting his features, as though he had awakened into a stranger’s story.
