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“Yes, I will. And so will they.” Finally, it was over. Emma and her twins walked out into the first light of dawn, free from Jeff’s shadow at last, ready to start anew.

Bianca shot me a smug look as she eagerly helped Howard with his shoes while Mom bustled into the kitchen, claiming she wanted to help around the house. Howard said, "Daniella, Mom told me everything. You and Bianca giving birth on the same day was fate, and at least the baby wasn't switched with a complete stranger's child—that's something to be thankful for." "Since you've been caring for Zachary's condition from the start, you know his needs best," he continued. "Take time off work tomorrow and go to the hospital. "He's only five... There's no need to hold grudges, especially since you were the one who mixed up the babies in the first place."

He then slowly opened the chat and played the video. Ten minutes remained before the DNA test results were ready. In the meantime, we huddled together, our eyes fixed on the footage. The footage showed Tabitha, the maternity nurse, swapping two newborns when no one was around. However, before anything could come of it, the young Shane unknowingly swapped us back. After that, Shane handed the other baby to a nurse. During her rounds, the nurse noticed that a child was missing from Ward 403 of the hospital. Following protocol, she returned the infant to its rightful place.

“Baby Emmet… yes. I like it.” Then she turns and shouts. “DRAKE! COME MEET YOUR SON!” The door bursts open like we just said there was free beer. Dad stumbles in, eyes wide and already glassy. He walks over slowly, reverently, like approaching some tiny god. Mum hands Emmet over and Dad gasps softly—like the wind just got knocked out of him. “This is baby Emmet,” Mum says proudly. “Baylee named him because she delivered him.”

This birthmark was identical to the faint memory I had. When I gave birth to Mia, I had lost so much blood that I passed out before I could even hear her cry. However, before blacking out, I distinctly remember seeing a small birthmark on her left arm. When I woke up, the birthmark was gone. Daniel and Marissa had both insisted I must’ve imagined it, blaming exhaustion and the chaos of childbirth for my confusion. Now, though? Seeing that same birthmark on Finn’s arm, the memories came flooding back.

She had been observing Jordan since. The night of the incident when Emerald had been transferred to the hospital they were currently at, the same one Maggie had birthed baby Emmett, the mother had broken down completely on seeing the condition of her daughter, even going as far as fainting at the gory sight of Jordan covered in grime and blood that she hadn't been certain if it was his or her daughter's.

"Natalie, not only did you attempt to murder Nev, but you also conspired with Elias to sabotage our security system and frame Everett. You've officially committed a felony!" Natalie completely broke down and shrieked, "How can you side against me, Em? I'm Nat! I'm the baby you guys cherish the most!" "Shut up!" Emerson snapped. "Don't ever disgust me with that sickening nickname again!" I clapped my chubby little hands in satisfaction. [Looks like Emerson's brain hasn't been completely eaten by zombies yet. He might actually be worth saving.] I turned to Damian, who was standing beside us. "Damian, call the cops!"

She knew you'd arrived even before your mother did, didn't she? Emmett didn't argue back. He looked to the side instead. Whenever someone mentioned Betty, he always had complicated feelings about it. He'd become a stillborn because of her, and that's what the arcane priest had told him. Only one of them could live while the other died. Betty had been too domineering in their mother's womb, which made him stillborn from the moment he was born. That was because their parents wanted Betty to be born instead of him, and he'd believed this for all these years.

“Emma, this is my sister, Chelsea. Chelsea, this is Emma Carter.” Sister. Oh. That explained the similar green eyes and the same calm composure. Chelsea smiled warmly. “Nice to meet you! You’re the transfer from Clearwater, right?” I nodded. “Yeah, that’s me. Still learning my way around.” “You’ll figure it out,” she said easily. “Just don’t let Ethan convince you to skip class for snacks.” Ethan held up his hands defensively. “Hey, I’ve been good this semester!” Chelsea rolled her eyes. “Good is relative.”

We needed the bath, and since we were both small and the bucket was huge, we decided to share and conserve energy. While I sat, Emmett eyed me, her eyes dipping to my tummy. She said nothing and began taking off her clothes. I found it puzzling why she always did that and said nothing afterwards. It was almost 11 p.m., and Emmett was on mercy from Eliza, which meant that she could enjoy a normal night of sleep. "You know, my mother was a seer. Not many people knew." She suddenly said and my attention was jerked away from my aching muscles.