A nurse.
Records altered.
Money exchanged.
Two healthy baby girls…
Stolen from me.
Declared dead.
And handed to him.
I woke up into grief that was never real.
And lived inside it for five years.
While my daughters…
Were alive.
Calling someone else “mom.”
Waiting for me.
“I knew you’d come, Mom,” Kelly whispered when I found them upstairs. “We even begged God to send you to us.”
“I know. I know. I’m here now, sweetie.”
“Are you taking us home today?”
I held them tighter than I thought my body could bear.
And said one word.
“Yes.”
Then I called the police.
