Five weeks ago, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Sarah. Our Sarah. I thought it would be the happiest day of my life — the culmination of years of love, dreams, and anticipation between my husband Alex and me.
We had spent two wonderful years imagining this very moment — what she would look like, how it would feel to hold her. We had whispered about baby names under starlit skies and built a nursery together, painting the walls in soft pastels.
Until Alex looked at her.
I blinked, not understanding. “Sure about what?”
His voice was calm — too calm — but the words struck like lightning.
