Two months ago, Hailey married Josh.
On the morning of the wedding, I stood before the mirror with the baby in my arms and thought about confessing everything. I imagined myself standing at the reception, raising a glass and saying, “Everyone, meet my granddaughter — Hailey’s daughter.”
But when I looked at Hailey’s glowing face as she walked down the aisle, my courage collapsed. I couldn’t do it. The truth stayed locked inside me.
Now, every time I see my little girl crawling on the floor or hear her laugh, I feel the weight of what I’ve done. She’s innocent — she didn’t ask to be born into this mess.
And Hailey… she avoids me. Our once-close bond feels completely broken.
Sometimes, I rock my baby to sleep and whisper, “You were supposed to be hers.”
