A garage sale unearthed a shocking truth that shattered my life. I found a pink blanket I had knitted for my daughter Daisy, displayed at my mother-in-law Margaret’s sale. The same blanket I believed was buried with Daisy—the daughter I was told died at birth.
Five years ago, my husband Aaron and I were excited to welcome our baby girl. But after a difficult labor, I was told Daisy had died. I trusted Aaron and Margaret when they said she was buried in a private ceremony.
Years later, I stumbled upon Daisy’s blanket at the garage sale, sparking suspicion. Confronting Margaret, I demanded answers. Aaron admitted the truth: Daisy hadn’t died. Instead, Margaret had convinced him to give her to Aaron’s sister Ellen, who couldn’t have children.