She nodded, and in that moment we were no longer strangers.
Months later, people would ask what was the hardest part, discovering the double life, the switched babies, the lies, or the silence.
But the answer never changed.
The hardest part was that first moment, because a mother knows something is wrong before anyone tells her the truth.
Sometimes horror does not begin with screams or blood. Sometimes it begins with a tiny plastic band, one wrong date, and a room full of people hoping you never notice.
