Dr. Wilson lowered her gaze. “I know,” she said quietly. “And I was wrong.” Emily’s composure broke. “Wrong? My husband left me because of this. You told me not to worry, you looked right at me.” Dr. Wilson’s eyes glistened, but she didn’t look away. “The other family is here now. They need to know too.” A few moments later, the door opened.
A man and woman entered, pale, holding each other’s hands so tightly their knuckles were white. The woman’s gaze went instantly to the baby in Emily’s arms, and her face crumpled. “Mr. and Mrs. Graham,” Dr. Wilson said gently, “thank you for coming. I’ve spoken with Emily. It appears that during postnatal transfer, your baby and hers were mislabeled.”