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

the armrests. In her lap, wrapped tightly in a standard pink hospital blanket, was the newborn.

David stopped dead, hot coffee sloshing over the rims of the cups and burning his thumbs.

Chapter 2: The Premature Departure

“Why are they discharging you already?” David’s voice broke the heavy silence. He stared at his wife in disbelief. Only hours after continue reading …