My Mother-in-Law Saw My Newborn Daughter’s Arm and Went Pale—Then She Told Us We Couldn’t Keep Her
Her little nose.
Dark hair.
Wrinkled fingers.
And a small clover-shaped birthmark on the inside of her left forearm.
One nurse smiled.
“Looks like she came with her own little signature.”
I kissed it.
The next day, Julian came in carrying flowers.
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