They even painted the nursery pink.
When I finally gave birth, Chloe and Julian came to my hospital room right away.
Chloe cried with joy when she saw her daughter.
Then Julian picked up the baby.
He stared at her for a few seconds.
Then his face went pale.
When I asked if he was okay, he said in a trembling voice: "I'm sorry, but…
I can't take her."
I thought I'd misheard him.
"Julian, she's your daughter.
What are you talking about?"
He looked directly at Chloe.
Then he looked straight at me and said: "I'm sorry, but I'm not taking her home with me!"
And he placed the baby back into my arms.
With tears in her eyes, Chloe demanded to know why they couldn't take their daughter home.
Julian exhaled, his face turning red, and said: "Look at her back.
We can't do this.
She can't be our daughter."
