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.”

me, tears streaming down her face, having heard enough through the heavy metal. “What do we do? Do we find Alvarez?”

I looked down the long, empty corridor toward the main hospital, then back toward the basement stairs. By the time we navigated the maze, found Alvarez, and convinced him to deploy a tactical team, Marsh and her accomplice could be gone.continue reading …