Looking at my newborn, my 12-year-old daughter screamed, “That’s not my brother!” I thought she was just jealous. But when the DNA test results finally arrived from the hospital, my world shattered into pieces. The baby wasn’t ours, and the woman who switched him was standing right behind me…

and hit print. She ripped the paper from the machine and shoved it into my hand.

Marcus grabbed my arm. “Let’s go.”

As we sprinted back toward the parking garage, I looked down at the slip of paper. An address. Twenty minutes away. On the other side of Mapleton. We were about to shatter another family’s entire universe.

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