A sharp, piercing cry that cut through the courtroom.
Carter instinctively adjusted his hold.
“Hey, hey… I’ve got you,” he murmured.
But the crying didn’t stop.
Kira covered her mouth, visibly shaken.

Carter gently checked the blanket.
Then froze.
On the baby’s chest, just below the collarbone, was a distinct birthmark.
An uneven triangle… with a faint curved line beside it.
Carter went pale.
“No… that’s not possible…”
Judge Kline leaned forward.
“What is it?”
Carter looked up.
“My son… has the same birthmark I have.”
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