The doctor sighed heavily:

— Yes, and the strangest part is something else. You are not the biological mother of this boy either.

Everything went dark before my eyes. I couldn’t believe it.

— What are you saying? How can that be?

— That’s exactly what we need to find out, — said the doctor. — Let’s repeat the tests to rule out an error. Then we’ll try to check the archives and see what happened.

We repeated the tests. The results confirmed the same thing. For two weeks I lived as if in a fog. My husband was silent, looking at me with suspicion, and I cried at night while holding my son.

We began an investigation. We searched for old hospital records, tried to find doctors and nurses who had worked there at the time. Much had been lost, but little by little the picture became clear.