The pregnancy had gone smoothly.

No concerns, no warnings, and no sign that anything was waiting for us on the other side.

Daniel gently turned Sophia to rinse her back.

Then he froze.

At first, I thought he was just being careful, but then the cup in his hand tipped, spilling water into the tub. He didn’t seem to notice.

“Dan?”

He didn’t respond.

“Dan! What’s wrong?”

His eyes were fixed on one spot on her upper back, wide and unmoving in a way that sent something cold through my chest.

Then he whispered, “This can’t be happening…”

My stomach dropped. “What can’t be happening?”

He looked up at me, panic written across his face. “Call Kendra right now!”

I stared at him. “Why? Daniel, what happened?”

His voice cracked, sharp and loud in the small bathroom. “We can’t keep her like this. We just can’t. Look at her back.”

The words made no sense.

I moved closer and leaned in.

When I saw the marking that Dan was so focused on, my eyes filled with tears.

“No… Oh God, no. Not this!” I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls. “My poor baby, what did they do to you?”

I remembered the birth in fragments.

We weren’t in the room when it happened. The call came late.

Kendra had already been at the hospital and in the delivery room for hours when a nurse called to tell us our baby was on the way.

We rushed to the hospital, only to be told we had to wait.

“I don’t like this,” I had said. “I wanted to be there when our baby entered the world. You don’t think…”

Daniel knew exactly what I feared. He shook his head.

“The contract is ironclad. There’s no way she can claim the baby. Relax… sometimes life throws you a curveball. I’m sure everything is fine.”

It felt like we waited forever in that hospital hallway.

It was well into the evening before a nurse finally called us in.

Kendra was asleep.

Sophia was too. She had been swaddled and placed in a bassinet.

She looked like a little cherub, and it took everything in me not to scoop her up and hold her.

“She’s doing well,” the nurse told us softly.

A pediatrician smiled, told us she was healthy, and then left the room quickly.

A few days later, we were allowed to bring Sophia home. Everything seemed normal until that moment in the bathroom.