The playground is the last place I thought I’d see you. It was my Billy’s first day at school. It was supposed to be a happy one.
But then you turned up. I remembered you instantly from the hospital wing. Our babies born on the same day. Both premature. Both needing intensive care.
While Billy grew stronger day by day, your baby sadly slipped away.
But now you’re back with one devastating accusation… Billy isn’t my son at all, he’s yours.