The child’s skin was a rich, deep brown, her tiny fists clenched, and her cries filling the room. But as I stared at her, I noticed it too. Her eyes. They were a striking shade of green, just like mine.
My heart pounded in my chest. How could this be? I glanced at my wife, who was now sobbing quietly, her face buried in her hands. The nurse, sensing the tension, gently placed the baby in a bassinet and stepped out of the room, giving us a moment alone.
“What’s going on?” I finally managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
My wife looked up at me, her face streaked with tears. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice breaking. “I swear to you, I don’t know. This doesn’t make any sense.”
I sat down heavily in the chair beside her bed, my mind racing. I wanted to be angry, to demand answers, but the look on her face stopped me. She was just as confused and terrified as I was.
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