My baby was stillborn in 2004. Or so the doctor said. I held a funeral. Bought a headstone. $3,800. Every Mother’s Day, I bring white roses. Three weeks ago, a woman at church pulled me aside. “Dr. Harmon was arrested. He sold babies. Told mothers they died.”
“Dr. Harmon didn’t lose your baby, Evelyn,” Clara whispered behind the wooden hymnal rack, her hand gripping my arm so tight my skin went white. She looked around the empty church …
My baby was stillborn in 2004. Or so the doctor said. I held a funeral. Bought a headstone. $3,800. Every Mother’s Day, I bring white roses. Three weeks ago, a woman at church pulled me aside. “Dr. Harmon was arrested. He sold babies. Told mothers they died.” Read More