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

his voice flat, hollow, terribly calm. “You protected your asset. You completed your mission.”

“David, please,” Sarah begged, finally looking up, eyes desperate. “I love you. I want us to go home. I want to try again. For real this time. We can adopt. We can start over.”

David looked at the woman sitting in the wheelchair.continue reading …