SIENNA 

Jaxon’s recovery felt like the longest week of my life.

Every day in the hospital had its own kind of heaviness—machines beeping, nurses moving around him, doctors checking his progress while the rest of us pretended we weren’t drowning in the weight of a secret he didn’t know yet.

Nobody told him anything.

Not a single thing.

He didn’t know about the donor match.

He didn’t know about the maternity tests.

He didn’t know about the switch at birth.

He only thought ...