His Wife, Her Child: A Twisted Truth

opened to a sterile white room. My last memory? My own son, Alex, his face twisted i

ayes, had swapped our babies at birth. My sweet, healthy Emily for her violent Alex, cursed with a genetic

I' d endured years of Alex' s violent outbursts, the judgmental stares, Lisa' s fake sympathy, and my mother-in-law' s relentl

did wonderfully." Epidural? My stomach was flat. I looked at the calen

my husband, to reclaim the life Lisa stole. This time, t