The hospital building stood tall under the gray morning sky. Its wide glass doors opened and closed quietly as people walked in and out. Maya stood still at the entrance, her fingers shaking slightly as she stared at the hospital’s name on the wall. This was the place where her whole life had changed—though she hadn’t known it at the time.

She took a deep breath, her chest tight with nerves, and walked inside.

The cold air and smell of antiseptic filled her nose. It brought back painful memories. She remembered giving birth here… but she had never seen her biological child. The baby she held afterward—the one she believed...