My sister gave birth, so my husband and I went to the hospital to visit her. But after seeing the baby, my husband suddenly pulled me out of the room. “Call the police right now!” I was confused and asked, “Why?” My husband’s face had turned pale. “Didn’t you notice? That baby is…” At that moment, I was speechless and called the police with trembling hands.

“That baby has a healed IV mark on his foot,” he said quietly. “Newborns don’t heal that fast.”

Before I could respond, two uniformed officers stepped off the elevator, followed by a woman in a blazer who introduced herself as Detective Laura Kim. Mark explained everything calmly, clinically—like he was giving a report.

Detective Kim listened without interrupting, then nodded once. “We’ll need to speak with hospital staff,” she said. “And we’ll need to verify the infant’s records immediately.”

She asked us to remain outside while officers entered Hannah’s room.

Minutes passed. Each one felt heavier than the last.

Then Hannah came rushing out, panic all over her face. “Why are there police in my room?” she demanded. “What is going on?”

I opened my mouth—but Detective Kim spoke first. “Ma’am, we need to ask you a few questions about your delivery. Please remain calm.”

Hannah looked at me, hurt and confused. “What did you tell them?”

Before I could answer, a nurse hurried over, visibly shaken. “Detective… there’s a problem with the infant’s chart.”

“What kind of problem?” Kim asked.

“The baby assigned to this room,” the nurse said slowly, “was already discharged… eleven days ago.”