The Swap
I thought maybe I'd imagined it.
It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me.
Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm.
I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to.
I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.