Switched After Four Days
On my way back from a business trip, I scrolled past a video.
A newborn was abandoned by the roadside, crying so hard.
As a first time dad, I couldn’t help looking at the baby a little longer.
I froze because that baby looked exactly like my son.
I had booked the best confinement center in the city for my wife. I had checked them into a VIP suite. I had employed a nanny and a nursing team to look after my wife and my son full-time.
I broke out in a cold sweat.
My wife didn’t check her phone, so I immediately called the center's manager, Ms. Thompson.
She laughed lightly. “Don’t worry, Mr. Smith. Your wife and baby are perfectly fine. They just fell asleep.”
The next second, she sent me a photo of my sleeping baby.
I stared at the tiny, unfamiliar face.
In that instant, the blood in my body turned to ice.
I was only gone for four days.
So how was my son a different person?