Danielle Cohn Birth Certificate Novels & Stories

she replied calmly, "but we'll still need her full name for the official birth record before we can submit everything. The hospital has to file it soon." That's true. I didn't think well... She continued. "However, I will leave now. Mr and Mrs Leo. I am a huge fan of you two. It's really nice to see you in my hospital". "My wife and I appreciate you too". I said,so that it would be suspicious that I had something with her. She smiled at me then turned to leave, the nurse following. Just as she reached the door, Daniella paused and looked back over her shoulder directly at me.

"He asked for a private meeting. He says it’s time you understood the true terms of your 'Consolidation of Assets.' I’d suggest you go. He doesn't like to be kept waiting, and he has the bank records Dante tried to delete." Vane turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows of the library. Bella stood alone in the hallway, the sound of her own breathing loud in the silence. She looked at the paper on the table. She picked it up and unfolded it. It wasn't a note. It was a copy of a birth certificate from the Geneva clinic, dated three years ago. There were four names listed under the section for 'Live Births.' The fourth name was crossed out with a single, brutal line of red ink.

I cried for a very long while, oblivious to the fact that people might be watching. I turned off the phone and pushed it back into my pocket. I was expecting to feel something. Anger, hurt, or betrayal… But I could feel nothing but emptiness. I didn't have any more tears left to cry. A tall young woman with red hair approached me, in her hand was a clipboard. “Mrs Diana Hawkins?” “Yes, that's me.” I said standing up. “It says here on the birth certificate that the father's name is Nathan Hawkins” “Yes, is there a problem?”

Mom stared at the phone screen, her eyes widening until her eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. The information on the birth certificate was clear on camera. Father: "Niall Emerson." Mother: "Danielle Sinclair." Child: "Nicolette Emerson." Her fingers began to tremble, and her phone wobbled a couple of times in her palm, nearly slipping out of her grasp. Noticing that she looked off, Dad hurried over. "What's wrong, Danielle? You look like you've seen a ghost."