He Maimed Our Baby for My Sister

On the day of my difficult labor, I used the last of my strength to deliver the child that Dawson Holt and I had made.

He wept with joy.

"The baby is perfect and looks just like you. The doctor gave you something to help you sleep. Get some rest now."

I squeezed his hand and forced a smile.

But through my fading consciousness, I caught a conversation between Dawson and my brother, Nathan Reed.

Nathan asked, "Dawson, are you sure about cutting off the baby's finger?"

Dawson answered, "Do it. Maya's child has that dark birthmark.