She carefully placed my daughters in my arms.

They were tiny and perfect.

One wrapped her little fingers around mine.

I turned toward the chair beside my bed.

Empty.

“Where’s Andrew?” I asked.

The nurse hesitated.

“I’ll get the doctor.”

My heart began racing.

When the doctor arrived, he explained that Andrew had seen the babies but left after receiving a disturbing call from his mother.

“She told him she had evidence the twins weren’t his.”

I couldn’t believe it.

Andrew knew every detail of our fertility treatments.

He’d attended every appointment.

Why would he believe something so ridiculous?

I called him repeatedly.

Voicemail.

Finally, I called his mother.

“What did you tell Andrew?”

She answered calmly.

“I’ll come show you.”

Twenty minutes later, she entered my hospital room carrying a large envelope.

My mother had arrived by then and was sitting beside me.