“Michael… whose baby is that?”
He swallowed.
Then he walked over and gently placed her in my arms.
“She’s ours.”
I just stared at him.
Months earlier, we’d quietly applied to become emergency foster parents, but we’d heard nothing since.
Michael said the hospital had called him because a baby needed a home immediately.
“The paperwork’s done. We can take her tonight.”
When he placed her in my arms, I started crying.
She was tiny. Dark hair. Perfect little fingers.
Michael said her name was Lucy.
We hadn’t even reached our neighborhood when his phone rang.
The hospital.
A nurse sounded terrified.
“Turn around. Do not take that baby home.”
Michael slammed on the brakes.
“What happened?”
“We checked the mother’s records again.”
Michael’s face went completely white.
Back at the hospital, a doctor was waiting with two security officers.
He took us into a private room.
“I need to ask you something. Have you ever donated eggs?”
