I didn’t answer.
Ten minutes later, Denise returned with an administrator.
I looked at the baby sleeping against me.
“There was another baby girl in the assessment area,” Denise said. “She was born shortly after your daughter.”
“Where is she?” Caleb asked.
“With her parents.”
“Do they know?”
“We’re speaking with them now.”
I looked at the baby sleeping against me.
“The band on this infant matches your records.”
“And the bands?”
“The band on this infant matches your records.”
“That doesn’t answer me.”
Denise paused.
“No. It doesn’t.”
The administrator began explaining that they needed to review the transfer records, but I barely heard him.
The door opened behind him.
“Bring the other parents here,” I said.
“We need their consent before—”
The door opened behind him.
A woman stood there in a hospital gown, gripping the wheelchair armrests. Her husband was behind her, holding a bundled newborn.
“I told you something was wrong,” she said to him.
He looked shaken.
Marissa looked at me.
“I know.”
Denise moved toward them.
“Marissa, this is the other family I mentioned.”
