“I’ll give you the contact information for the other parents, so you can reach out to them,” the nurse added softly.
She handed Paul a slip of paper with a name and number, then walked away too.
For illustration purposes only | Source: Pexels
Paul and I stood there, stunned. I could not stop crying. I just could not hold it in. Paul rubbed my back gently, trying to calm me down.
When we got back home, we reached out to the other parents. They were just as shocked as we were; they had no clue. Their names were Sarah and James, and their son’s name was Andrew.
Read also
Or, more accurately, our son’s name was Andrew. We agreed to meet, with both children, at our place.
