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<\/p>\nStill silence. Then he whispered: \u201cFrom your father.\u201d I froze. \u201cMy father?\u201d Mark nodded. \u201cAnd if you want to know why Stefan was raised by Elena\u2026\u201d He looked toward the bedroom window. \u201c\u2026you need to find out what your father did eight years ago.\u201d I stared at him. \u201cWhat did he do?\u201d Mark\u2019s expression hardened. \u201cHe wasn\u2019t trying to save one of the twins.\u201d \u201cHe was trying to make sure neither of them survived.\u201d And somewhere downstairs, my phone began ringing.<\/p>\n
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The caller ID showed a number I hadn\u2019t seen in eight years. My father\u2019s. Except my father had been dead for six years. My father\u2019s name glowed on the screen. For several seconds, I couldn\u2019t move. The phone kept ringing. Once. Twice. Three times. Mark stared at it. \u201cYou shouldn\u2019t answer that.\u201d I looked at him. \u201cYou said my father wanted the twins dead.\u201d \u201cI said you need to know what happened.\u201d \u201cThen why is his phone calling me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark\u2019s face changed. That was when I knew. He was afraid. Not pretending. Not manipulating me. Truly afraid. I answered. \u201cHello?\u201d Static. Then a man\u2019s voice whispered: \u201cDon\u2019t trust Mark.\u201d My blood ran cold. \u201cDad?\u201d There was silence. Then: \u201cTake the boys and leave the house.\u201d \u201cDad, you\u2019re dead.\u201d \u201cI know what they told you.\u201d My hand began shaking. \u201cWhere are you?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t have much time.\u201d Mark suddenly lunged toward me. I stepped backward. \u201cStay away!\u201d He stopped. The voice on the phone continued. \u201cThe babies were never supposed to be separated.\u201d \u201cWhy were they?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your husband was given an ultimatum.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes moved to Mark.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat ultimatum?\u201d<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s voice became weaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father-in-law owed money to the wrong people. Mark was told that one of the twins would be taken as payment.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t breathe.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
My father continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cMark refused.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did he tell me my baby died?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he thought it was the only way to save both boys.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at my husband.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is my son?\u201d<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s voice trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cElena had lost her baby. Mark arranged for Stefan to go to her. He believed the people looking for your family would never search for a child under another mother\u2019s name.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt tears streaming down my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Cole stayed with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Mark couldn\u2019t bear to lose both of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the hospital records scattered across the bed.<\/p>\n
All those years.<\/p>\n
All that grief.<\/p>\n
All those nights I had cried for a child I believed was dead.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let me mourn my own son.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark\u2019s eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to keep you alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should have told me!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI tried.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe day you woke up, I was going to tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut someone came to the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father.\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe threatened to take Cole too.\u201d<\/p>\n
My knees weakened.<\/p>\n
Mark continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said if I told you the truth, you\u2019d both disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father wouldn\u2019t do that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
The voice on the phone suddenly whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed the phone tighter against my ear.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, where are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
The call disconnected.<\/p>\n
I immediately called back.<\/p>\n
The number no longer existed.<\/p>\n
I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
Then I looked at Mark.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas that really him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe died six years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who was that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
My phone buzzed again.<\/p>\n
This time, a message appeared.<\/p>\n
It contained an address.<\/p>\n
And beneath it were six words:<\/p>\n
Come alone. Bring the hospital records.<\/strong><\/p>\n I knew the address.<\/p>\n It was the old St. Mary\u2019s maternity wing.<\/p>\n The building had been abandoned years ago.<\/p>\n I looked at Mark.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re going.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI understand enough.\u201d<\/p>\n I grabbed the metal box.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re finding out the truth tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n An hour later, Mark and I stood outside the abandoned hospital.<\/p>\n The windows were dark.<\/p>\n The corridors smelled of dust and damp concrete.<\/p>\n Every step echoed.<\/p>\n We reached the old maternity ward.<\/p>\n Room 214 was still there.<\/p>\n The number was barely visible above the door.<\/p>\n I stopped.<\/p>\n This was where my life had changed.<\/p>\n Where I\u2019d become a mother.<\/p>\n Where I\u2019d lost a child.<\/p>\n Or thought I had.<\/p>\n Mark opened the door.<\/p>\n Inside was an old desk.<\/p>\n A rusted filing cabinet.<\/p>\n And a single chair.<\/p>\n On the chair sat a brown envelope.<\/p>\n My name was written across it.<\/p>\n I opened it.<\/p>\n Inside were three documents.<\/p>\n The first was my original birth record for the twins.<\/p>\n The second was Stefan\u2019s.<\/p>\n The third was a photograph.<\/p>\n I stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n It showed me.<\/p>\n Eight years younger.<\/p>\n Unconscious in a hospital bed.<\/p>\n Beside me stood Mark.<\/p>\n And beside him stood my father.<\/p>\n But there was someone else.<\/p>\n A nurse.<\/p>\n She was holding a newborn baby.<\/p>\n I recognized her immediately.<\/p>\n She had been the nurse who told me my second baby had died.<\/p>\n I turned to Mark.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe disappeared after that night.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked down at the documents.<\/p>\n Then I noticed something.<\/p>\n A signature.<\/p>\n The nurse had signed the transfer papers.<\/p>\n But underneath her signature was another.<\/p>\n My father\u2019s.<\/p>\n And next to it:<\/p>\n Authorized by Mark Carter.<\/strong><\/p>\n My heart shattered.<\/p>\n \u201cYou signed this.\u201d<\/p>\n Mark nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou gave away my baby.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI saved him.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t get to call that saving!\u201d<\/p>\n My voice echoed through the empty ward.<\/p>\n Mark began crying.<\/p>\n \u201cI watched you die on that operating table.\u201d<\/p>\n I stopped.<\/p>\n He continued.<\/p>\n \u201cThe doctors couldn\u2019t stop the bleeding. You were unconscious for two days. Your father came to me and told me people were coming for the babies.\u201d<\/p>\n He wiped his face.<\/p>\n \u201cHe said they would take both boys.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo you gave one away.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you let me believe he was dead.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n Still silence. 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