At 18, my parents forced me to give up my newborn son

I felt tears gathering in my eyes. “Your mother?” He nodded. “I was adopted.” The room seemed to tilt.

I grabbed the bedsheet. “What’s your birthday?”

He gave me the date. It was the same day Fabian had been born.

I started crying before he even finished speaking.

“Where were you born?”

He told me the name of the hospital.

The very hospital where I had delivered my baby.

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “No, this can’t be happening.”