My son and my best friend’s son had the exact same rare birthmark – I thought my husband had betrayed me, but the truth turned out to be far worse.

is where we are.

In therapy. In anger. In grief. In conversations I never thought I would have.

The clinic is reviewing the archived conduct because apparently what happened lived in a legal gray area then and is an ethical nightmare now. Daniel barely speaks to anyone outside necessary conversations.

Emily and I are not what we were, though maybe someday continue reading …