No Contact, Now Regret
Dressed in a pair of washed-out, faded jeans, Danny stood awkwardly in the living room.
Due to a slip-up at the hospital, the nurse handed the wrong babies to the wrong families.
Danny and I had our lives swapped.
He grew up in a bleak, remote orphanage, starving and fighting the cold most nights while getting constant looks of disdain.
Guilt nearly drowned me.
Staring at Danny’s callous fingers and timid eyes, I felt like a thief.
The moment Danny was officially welcomed back to the family, I voluntarily moved out of the sunlit master suite.
I cautiously observed Liam and Emma’s expressions, not feeling jealous at the slightest over their early favoritism toward Danny.