She looked like a little angel, and it was so hard not to pick her up and hug her.
“She’s okay,” the nurse said softly.
A pediatrician smiled, said she was healthy, and then quickly left the room.
A few days later, we were allowed to take Sophia home. Everything seemed normal until that moment in the bathroom.
I looked at Sophia’s back as Daniel held her in the tub.
At first, my mind refused to process what I was seeing.
It was a line: small, straight, and precise, across Sophia’s upper back. The skin around it was slightly pink, healing.
It wasn’t a scratch or a birthmark.
“That’s a surgical incision,” Daniel said. “They performed a procedure on our daughter and never told us.”
“No.” I turned to him. “No… what kind of surgery?”
