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Natalie’s legs felt weak. Ila beamed, “Mommy, this is Ava.” Ava gave a shy wave. A nearby teacher noticed Natalie’s confusion and asked if everything was alright. “Who is that child?” Natalie whispered. “That’s Ava Coleman,” the teacher replied, “she’s new—just transferred two weeks ago. Sweet girl. Her foster parents say she’s been in the system for a while. She was abandoned at a hospital as a newborn.”
Natalie’s heart pounded. That night, she sat in her bedroom, staring at Ila’s baby pictures, remembering every second of her daughter’s birth—the fear, the joy, the chaos in the NICU. She remembered the nurse rushing in, the code blue, the alarms, the confusion, and then only one baby handed back. They told her that one of her twins hadn’t survived. She believed them because she had to.
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