My mother-in-law spread several photographs across my blanket.
“Look at the babies,” she announced. “They resemble Daniel.”
Daniel was our closest family friend.
He’d known Andrew for twelve years and attended our wedding.
Then she produced another photograph.
It showed Daniel embracing me at a family barbecue.
The picture had been cropped to make us appear unusually close.
“See?” she said triumphantly. “This explains everything.”
I stared at the photograph.
Then I remembered that afternoon.
“Andrew was standing right beside us.”
My mother immediately searched our family group chat.
Within seconds, she found the original photograph.
There was Andrew, holding a birthday cake, standing only a few feet away.
His mother had deliberately removed him from the picture.
I called Daniel.
“Andrew’s here,” he answered.
“Please bring him back to the hospital. His mother has something to explain.”
Twenty minutes later, Andrew entered with red eyes.
I showed him both photographs.
