“She needs time to recover,” Wendy replied. “This arrangement can be reconsidered later.”
Then Mark signed.
My stomach dropped.
The document involved temporary guardianship and placement arrangements for my second son.
And my name appeared on the paperwork.
I had never seen it.
Never discussed it.
Never agreed to it.
I stopped the video.
For a moment, the room felt completely silent.
“They made decisions about my son while I was unconscious?”
Judy nodded carefully.
“The hospital’s compliance team is reviewing everything now.”
“Where is he?”
“In the neonatal wing. He hasn’t left the hospital.”
I closed my eyes.
That was the only sentence I needed to hear.
My baby was still here.
Safe.
But Mark had allowed me to spend two days believing something was terribly wrong instead of simply telling me the truth.
A few minutes later, he returned.
He smiled as if nothing had happened.
