“I’m sorry… the baby didn’t survive.”
The words hit like a hammer. My body went numb.
But something felt strange.
My husband Daniel didn’t cry.
My mother-in-law actually sighed.
Then a nurse named Olivia came close to me while everyone was distracted.
She squeezed my hand.
“Your baby is alive,” she whispered.
My heart nearly stopped.
“What?”
“They told me to move him to another room,” she said quickly. “Your husband signed papers saying you didn’t want him.”
“That’s impossible.”
Before she could say more, Daniel suddenly turned around.
“Why are you still here?” he snapped at the nurse.
Olivia didn’t answer.
She simply slid a small hospital tag into my hand.
My baby’s ID bracelet.
Alive.
And hidden somewhere in this hospital.