ords hung in the air, the do

walked in. They were followed

owed. "Anthony? You called an emergenc

p with manic triumph

ees. Tears streamed down her fa

voice choked with emotion.

ying to her mouth. My father

e you lost. I was switched at birth by a bitte

m her pocket and plugged it into

day I was born. It clearly showed a nurse in scrubs taking one baby from a bassinet a

small, devastated sob. My father looked like he' d been punche

rue..." one o

no right to her posit

louder. "She nee

astated. The board was turning on me. And Anthony was

chaos. I ignored the grainy figures of the nurse and the ba

en I s

ittle boy, half-hidden in the shadows, trailin

I knew that t-shirt. It was And

my voice shaking. "Mo

face pale. Then she gasped, he

d. "That's Andrew. Wha

me time. He was six years old