“The First Time My Husband Bathed Our Newborn, He Looked at Me in Horror and Said, ‘We Can’t Keep This Child’”

It was a line—small, straight, and exact—high on her back. The skin around it was slightly pink and healing.

Not a scratch. Not a birthmark.

“That’s a surgical closure,” Daniel said quietly. “Someone operated on our daughter, and nobody told us.”

“No.” I turned toward him. “No… what kind of surgery?”

“I don’t know.” Daniel swallowed hard. “But it had to be urgent.”

“Oh, God. What’s wrong with our daughter?”