Baby Girl Carter.
Different room number.
Different parents.
Different medical chart.
How had someone else’s paperwork ended up inside our discharge packet?
A simple filing mistake…
Or something much bigger?
My hands began to shake.
I slowly reached for my phone.
There was only one person who could answer my questions.
The hospital’s maternity director.
And for the first time since bringing Lily home, I realized Max’s terrifying words might not have been childish imagination after all.
