Lucy had barely slept in weeks, eagerly awaiting the day she would meet her twins, a boy and a girl she and her husband, Ross, had prayed for after years of trying to conceive. The ultrasound had revealed the happy news months ago, and now, as she lay in her hospital bed, she was overcome with joy.
When the nurse entered the room, however, something was off. In her arms were two baby girls. Lucy’s heart sank. She had been told she delivered one boy and one girl.

“Where is my son?” Lucy demanded, her voice trembling. “And who is this other girl?”
The nurse, Savannah, avoided Lucy’s gaze. “These are your daughters, ma’am,” she said hesitantly, shuffling the documents in her hand. “I’ve double-checked. There’s no mistake.”

For a moment, the room stood still. Then Lucy’s frustration boiled over.

“Have you lost your mind? I have proof! I was told during the delivery—my son was born healthy. What is this nonsense?”
Savannah’s nervous demeanor did little to calm Lucy’s growing anger. Before the nurse could stammer another reply, Dr. Linda Carter stepped into the room.