Part 1: A Risky Visit to the Clinic
I knew I had to find the clinic where she had been taken. Questions filled my mind—had she delivered safely? Was the child healthy? I couldn’t rest without knowing.
To avoid suspicion, I came up with a plan.
When I arrived at the clinic, I approached one of the nurses with a calm and confident tone.
“Excuse me, nurse,” I said politely.
“How can I help you, sir?” she responded.
“I’m from a charity organization that supports underprivileged patients,” I explained. “I’m here to find out if there are any individuals who might need financial assistance with their medical bills.”
She paused briefly before replying, “There aren’t many cases like that here… except for a woman who was recently brought in. She’s mentally unwell and just gave birth.”
My heart skipped a beat.
“Would it be possible for me to see her?” I asked.
“Of course,” she said.
I followed her, trying to remain composed. When I finally saw her, she was lying on the bed, holding a newborn baby boy. I wore dark glasses to conceal my emotions—and perhaps my identity. The resemblance between the child and me was striking, but I kept my composure.
When she noticed me, her face lit up with a kind of joy I couldn’t fully explain.
Part 2: A Quiet Sacrifice
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