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I never told my mother-in-law I was a judge. To her, I was just a kept woman on unemployment. Hours after my C-section, she burst into my room with adoption papers, mocking me: “You don’t deserve a VIP room. Give one of the twins to my infertile daughter; you can’t handle two.” I hugged my babies and pressed the panic button. When the police arrived, she screamed that I was crazy. They proceeded to restrain me… until the chief recognized me…

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She reached into the crib. Her fingers, laden with heavy gold rings, moved toward Leo.

“I’ll take him now,” she said matter-of-factly. “Karen’s waiting in the car. It’s better to do it quickly, like ripping off a Band-Aid. You still get to keep the baby. Luna, right? Girls are easier anyway. You can dress her.”

Chapter 3: The Slap and the Button

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