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A week later, the results arrived. Probability of maternity: 0%.
My hands went cold. I’d carried Lucas. Given birth to him. How could a test say otherwise?
Panicked, I went straight to Helen’s house. Caleb answered the door, pale.
“Look!” I said, shoving the paper at him. “This says I’m not Lucas’s mother either!”
His eyes widened. “What?”
“That means the lab’s wrong!” I insisted.
He shook his head. “I redid the test. Different lab. Same result.”
I froze. “Then what are you saying?”
“Lucas isn’t our biological son.”
The world tilted. “That’s impossible—unless…” My voice trembled. “Unless the hospital switched him.”
Caleb nodded grimly. “We need to find out.”
At the hospital, the administrator’s face went pale as we explained. After checking records, he said quietly, “There was another baby boy born at the same time. We believe there was a mix-up.”
Caleb slammed his fist on the desk. “You’re saying we raised someone else’s child?!”
The doctor swallowed hard. “You have every right to legal action. I’m deeply sorry.”
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