beautiful.
He had dark hair, warm skin, and tiny fingers that curled against my blouse.
“Hello, sweetheart,” I whispered through tears. “Grandma is finally here.”
Daniel and Nora laughed as I cried. For one perfect moment, we were simply a family celebrating a new life.
Later, I stepped into the hallway to calm myself.
A nurse stood near the station, writing on a clipboard. I thanked her for taking care of my family and proudly mentioned that Daniel’s baby was my first grandchild.
Her expression changed.
She glanced toward the room, then leaned closer.
“That isn’t the baby your son left with,” she whispered.
I stared at her.
“What did you say?”
She immediately looked frightened.
“You don’t know?”
Before I could answer, another nurse called her name. She apologized and hurried away.
I stood frozen in the hallway.
At first, I convinced myself she had confused Daniel with another
