Right after delivery, my husband smirked at the newborn: “We need a DNA test to be sure it’s mine.” I held the baby tightly, tears in my eyes, and whispered, “Fine, let’s do it.” Days later, the doctor stared at the lab results with a pale face and said, “Ma’am, call the police right now.”

If human intervention was intentional, we are looking at abduction.”

I stared at her, my mind fragmenting into a thousand jagged pieces. “Someone stole my biological child?”

“We are operating in a void of information,” Dr. Patel countered, sliding a sleek desk phone across the polished wood toward me. “And the clock is our enemy. Dial emergency services.continue reading …