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The power is out. A rainstorm has hit the island. My husband hasn’t made it home.
And I go into labor.
Trained as a midwife, I’m confident I can deliver my daughter.
After the birth, I fall asleep with her in my arms.
When I wake, my husband is home, the lights are back on—but the baby he’s holding—it’s not mine.
My husband, friends, and colleagues think I’ve had another psychotic break.
I’m not crazy.
I gave birth to a girl, and that baby is a boy.
Someone stole my child, and I’ll stop at nothing to find her.