I finally got to meet my son’s newborn—then a nurse leaned in and whispered, “That’s not the baby he left with.”

for one last day before saying goodbye.”

Nora was crying now. “She kept saying, ‘I know he isn’t mine. I know. I just need one day. Please. Just one day.’”

I looked down at the handwritten note again.

Daniel swallowed hard. “Legally, we probably could have forced it. But she wasn’t trying to take him. She was grieving. She had just lost her husband, and continue reading …