Carlos and you sat on the couch, your baby girl, Lily, nestled in your arms. The past six months had been a dream come true—a family built through love and resilience after years of infertility. Every moment with Lily felt like a blessing.

One morning, a knock at the door shattered the peace. A social worker stood there, his expression heavy. “Mrs. White,” he began, “we have a court order to take the Green baby into custody.”

Carlos, holding Lily, stepped forward, panic in his voice. “No, this is a mistake. We have the paperwork. The birth father signed away his rights!”

“It’s the birth mother,” the social worker said softly. “Until the adoption is finalized, she can change her mind... and she has.”

The birth mother appeared from her car as you stormed outside. “No! You don’t even want to be a mother!” you shouted.

She hesitated, then spoke, “Frank got clean, and we’re giving the family a chance. I’ll repay the money.”

“I don’t want the money! I want my baby!” you sobbed.

Carlos pulled you back as Lily was taken. Tears streamed as you cried out, “You don’t understand! She’s our baby!” The car drove away, leaving you shattered. Carlos was next to you hugging you to comfort you as he was going to be the strong on in the relationship