Jamie stood quietly in the hallway, hidden just behind the doorframe. His heart was pounding so hard, he thought it might explode. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but  when he heard Maya’s voice, he paused. She sounded angry. Then he heard another voice—Lena’s.

What he heard changed everything.

“There was a switch,” Maya had said. “I raised someone else’s child all these years. My own baby was taken from me.”

Jamie’s head began to spin.

Someone else’s child? Raised?

He felt like the floor was tilting beneath him. His throat went dry, and his legs felt weak. He didn’t want to hear more, but he couldn’t move either. He stayed...