“Oh,” said Harper. “She got the doctor to pretend there wasn’t a second baby and they already thought I was dead!” Said Harper with a gasp.
Marco nodded.
“The afterbirth was the actual afterbirth and you, Hannah, swaddled in a blanket went with the doctor, and he was entrusted with the task of getting a safe home for her baby girl, her Hannah. She had already had both of your names picked out and stitched on little blankets. She didn’t even tell the doctor your chosen name. The name Hannah was stitched in little yellow letters on a dark blue blanket. She had stitched yellow stars all over it too,” said Marco, tearing up again.
“I had been there back when she made your baby blankets! Your father had said “Dark blue for a girl!”,” exclaimed Marco, doing an impression of a gruff man with a
