Just as Eric helped Sam out of his clothes and into the bathtub, Ella heard his voice—loud and sharp.
“We have to return him!”
“What do you mean?” she asked, frozen.
“We can’t keep him,” Eric said, clearly shaken. “I can’t do this.”
She stared at him in disbelief.
“Eric, he’s not a pair of shoes. He’s a child. Our child.”
But Eric wouldn’t explain. He simply insisted that something wasn’t right. He couldn’t continue. He wanted the adoption reversed.
Ella couldn’t sleep that night. Something deeper was wrong—she could feel it.
And then… she remembered the birthmark.
A Mark That Meant More
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