Part 2: My son h.i.t me 30 times in front of his wife… so the next morning, while he sat in his office, I sold the house he thought was his.

I stopped breathing.

Two?

Trevor continued.

"Both boys."

My hands shook.

"One was registered to you."

I gripped the phone.

"And the other?"

A terrible silence followed.

Then Trevor whispered:

"To Eleanor."

I couldn't move.

He began sobbing harder.

"Malcolm says the hospital switched them."

My heart hammered.

"Trevor..."

Then he said the words that made everything inside me collapse.

"Mother, he says the other baby was yours."

I stared at Henry's letter.

At the photograph.

At the life I'd spent protecting.

For forty-four years, I'd believed I had one child.

One son.

Now someone was telling me that two boys had been born that night.

One raised by me.

One taken somewhere else.

And the son who'd struck me might not have been the baby I'd delivered.

I covered my mouth.

"Where is the other boy?"

Trevor began crying.

"That's why I'm calling."

My blood ran cold.

"What?"

He swallowed.