I Had Barely Finished Holding My Son’s Newborn Baby When a Nurse Pulled Me Aside and Whispered, “That Isn’t the Child He Left With”
Pale.
Her hair pulled into a loose knot.
Julian stood beside her looking as though he had not slept for days.
Then he placed a newborn into my arms.
Tiny.
Dark hair.
Perfect little nose.
Warm weight against my chest.