They had taken my living child while I was in a medical coma.

They handed her to Rebecca in the hospital parking lot, and they told me I was completely alone in the world.

In my mind, the thick ceramic mug Sarah had left in the kitchen shattered into pieces.

I dropped the photograph on the glass table.

It landed next to a stack of old mail.

All the strength went out of my legs.

I slid off the edge of the sofa cushion.