The doctor trying to save my life in the delivery room was my ex-husband—the same man who left me pregnant in the rain. What I told him made him stumble back.

distress. Suspicious caregiver. Possible injury. Possible missing mother. Evidence in a sealed plastic bag. The words sounded impossible as I said them, like something from the news, not something unfolding beside the raffle table while children ate corn from paper cups.

The woman tried to grab Sofi again.

This time another mother stepped forward.

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