Not My Baby

My water isn't supposed to break while there's a storm raging, when my husband isn't on the island, and as the power flickers out. Darkness covers the cabin as I cling to my belly. I never imagined it happening like this.

Trained as a midwife, I'm confident I can deliver my daughter.

I look at her, and I see her, and I know her. I've always known her.

She's perfect. Sweat and tears streak as my face I kiss her over and over again. Reaching for my bag of midwifery supplies, I wipe her nose and press her tiny body to my chest.

I fall asleep with her in my arms.

When I wake, my husband is home, the lights are back on - but the baby he's holding - it's not mine.

I'm not crazy.

I gave birth to a girl, and that baby in his arms is a boy.

He's not my baby.

You won't want to put this down until you find the shocking truth about what happened.