We told ourselves love would be enough.
And for twenty-two years, it was.
Aaron grew into a good man.
Maya grew into a brilliant, kind woman.
They met in college.
Fell in love.
And none of us saw the nightmare forming.
Until I received the wedding invitation and saw her full birthdate printed under her name.
The math hit me instantly.
I called the hospital. Old records still existed.
The sealed file had never truly disappeared.
Aaron and Maya were born minutes apart.
Same wing.
Same hour.
Same mistake.
