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By the end of August, I couldn’t wait to have her home. That Saturday, I drove to the resort to pick her up.
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Callie texted me to wait outside the employee building. A few minutes later, the door opened. I saw her walking toward me. Then I noticed what she was carrying.
A newborn baby.
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I got out of the car.
“Callie?”
She gave me a nervous little smile.
“Hi, Mom.”
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I barely heard her. The baby couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old.
“Whose baby is that?”
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Callie looked down at the tiny face.
“Can we get in the car first?”
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“Where is her mother?”
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She didn’t answer. Then I noticed a diaper bag hanging from Callie’s shoulder.
“Callie, what’s going on? Are we taking this baby somewhere?”
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She shook her head.
“Then why are you holding her?”
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Callie pulled the baby closer. I stared at her.
“Sweetheart, whose baby is this?”
