The Night My Husband Came Home With a Baby — And the Truth I Never Expected

I was making soup when David finally came home late from work — holding a crying baby. “We don’t have kids,” I stammered. “Why are you holding a baby?”“He was on our doorstep,” David said. “No note. Nothing.” When I pulled back the blanket, I froze. A tiny crescent-shaped birthmark sat near his thumb. My…
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