Everything was perfect.
Then came an unexpected knock on the door. Tim’s mom, Janet, bustled in without waiting for an invitation.
“Let me see my grandbaby!” she chirped, reaching out to take Amelia.
Hesitant but not wanting to cause tension, I handed over my newborn. Janet’s cheerful demeanor faded the instant she looked at Amelia. Her expression hardened, and she stared at the baby, then at Tim, and back to Amelia again, as if piecing together a terrible puzzle.
“Janet, is something wrong?” I asked, my voice laced with concern.
Janet cleared her throat, fixing her cold eyes on me. “There’s no way this baby is Tim’s,” she declared, her words cutting through the air like a blade. “What have you done, Rosie?”
I felt as though I’d been slapped. I was speechless. Before I could gather
