After delivering a baby for a lonely mother, the doctor looked at the newborn’s face and dropped his instruments in shock. He stared into the baby’s distinct amber eyes and whispered, “where is the woman who brought you here?” The mother pointed to her bag, revealing an old photograph that solved a twenty-year-old mystery…

by exhaustion and trauma to process the geometry of what he had just said. My newborn son, finally settled in the nurse’s arms, let out a tiny, hiccuping sigh, stretching a microscopic fist blindly toward his own face. I looked at my baby, then at the weeping doctor, then back again.

“Your… son?” I whispered, the words tasting like ash.

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