looked at his own flesh and blood with a sense of profound rejection.
With trembling hands, I gently turned the baby over to see what had caused such a visceral reaction. The nurses moved closer, their professional masks slipping to reveal their own shock. As I pulled back the edge of the blanket, my heart skipped a beat and I felt the world tilt on its axis.
There, on the small of the baby’s back, was a mark—a distinct, dark birthmark in a shape that was unmistakable to our family.
