While watching my son Michael graduate college with honors, a young woman approached me and placed a baby in my arms. “He’s yours now,” she whispered—words that froze me in place.
Moments before, I had been lost in pride, sitting alone in the auditorium, missing my late husband and focusing only on Michael’s big moment. But then I saw her—pale, tense, holding something wrapped in a blue blanket.
Our eyes met. She walked straight to me, said nothing, and handed me the baby. I instinctively held him, confused.
Through tears, she whispered, “I can’t do this anymore.” And with that, she left—leaving behind a child, a confession, and a secret that could change everything.