At the maternity ward, my husband questioned why I was being discharged so soon—then federal agents suddenly walked through the door.

David,” Sarah begged, holding the bundled infant toward him. “Just check the wristband.”

Chapter 5: The Name on the Band

David’s hands shook violently as he reached toward the tiny, fragile bundle in his wife’s lap.

Just an hour earlier he’d been counting tiny toes, marveling at the soft tuft of dark hair, completely overwhelmed by the unconditional continue reading …