“Where Is My Son?!”

I’ve been a doctor for over ten years, but **I’ve never seen anything like this.**

As an obstetrician in the maternity ward, I’ve witnessed countless births. Each one is a miracle, but that day, something happened that **shook me to my core.**

Lucy and Ross had struggled for years to conceive. After endless disappointments, their prayers were finally answered. **Twins.** A perfect, healthy boy and girl.

The delivery went smoothly, and soon, I placed their newborns in their arms.

Ross’s face, filled with joy only seconds earlier, suddenly **twisted into shock… then rage.**

**”This isn’t my son! Where’s my son?!”**

Lucy, still weak from labor, looked at him in confusion. “Dear, what are you talking about?”

Then she glanced down at the babies in her arms—**and screamed.**

**”THIS IS NOT MY SON! WHERE IS MY SON?!”**

I stepped in, keeping my voice calm. “Listen, I personally delivered your babies. There can’t be any mistake—”

Ross’s eyes blazed. “Oh, really? You think we’re crazy? Maybe your nurse can explain!”

He pointed at **Savannah,** our nurse.

The second I saw her face—**the guilt, the panic—I knew.**

My stomach dropped.

Something **was very, very wrong.**