I hugged her with one arm, holding Olivia with the other. “No matter what, we’ll figure this out,” I assured her, though I wasn’t certain myself. “We’ll make sure everything is right.”

Minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness. Finally, Mark returned, followed by a nurse whose demeanor was both professional and apologetic.

“I’m so sorry for the confusion,” the nurse began, glancing at the phone still in Emily’s grip. “It seems there was an error with the app that uploaded the pictures. Some profiles were mixed up.”

“How can we be sure?” I asked, my voice tinged with desperation. “How can we know she’s really ours?”

The nurse nodded, understanding the gravity of our concern. “We can do a quick identification check,” she offered. “We have Olivia’s footprints and other records on file. We can compare them right away.”

The nurse’s words were somewhat reassuring, but the knot in my stomach didn’t loosen. Mark and I exchanged a glance, a silent agreement that we needed to follow through, whatever it took.

We agreed to the check, and the nurse gently took Olivia from my arms, promising to return soon. The room felt colder without her presence, the emptiness echoing my anxiety.

Emily leaned into me, her head resting against my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to make things scary.”

I kissed the top of her head, grateful for her bravery. “You did the right thing, sweetheart. We’ll get through this together.”

After what felt like an eternity, the nurse returned, holding Olivia with a reassuring smile. “Everything matches perfectly,” she announced. “This is your Olivia Grace.”

Relief surged through me, bringing a wave of tears. I took Olivia back into my arms, holding her close. She was ours. The fear began to ebb, replaced by a profound sense of gratitude.

Mark let out a breath he seemed to have been holding for hours, and Emily wrapped her arms around us both.

As we settled back into our little family cocoon, I realized how fragile and precious these moments were. The scare had reminded me to cherish every second, to hold dear what was truly important.

Emily looked up at me, her eyes bright once more. “I’m glad she’s ours, Mom.”

“Me too, honey,” I said, smiling through my tears. “Me too.”