The doctor looked down, ashamed.
— “I’m deeply sorry. You have the right to take legal action.”
But the idea of compensation felt grotesque. How could you replace four years spent with the child you’ve loved as your own?
They gave us the contact details of the other family — Rachel and Thomas. Their son: Evan. Our son.
That night, Lucas slept between us. I breathed in his scent, holding him close.
— “He’s still ours, isn’t he?” I whispered.
