She believed my baby was a “second chance.” She wrote about needing to “return the child to the right arms.” She even described placing a sedative into a gift basket for me, intending to control me when the time came.
I felt sick.
I took photos and immediately told my husband and Lily’s mother. At first, he resisted—until he read the journal himself. Then everything changed.
That same day, Patricia was admitted for psychiatric evaluation. Doctors later confirmed she was suffering from severe unresolved trauma that had developed into delusion.
There had never been a voice in my womb.
It was Patricia—talking to the child she had lost, projecting it onto mine.
And Lily had heard it.
Weeks later, when things had settled and my baby was safe, Lily sat beside me again and quietly asked if everything was okay.
“It is,” I told her. “Because you told me.”
She nodded, as if she had simply done what she was supposed to do.
Sometimes, the truth doesn’t come from adults or logic.
Sometimes, it comes from a child—brave enough to say what everyone else refuses to see.
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