Moonmark of the Missing

Delivery Room Four shattered the lie that some pasts stay buried. For thirty-two years, Dr. Robert Wright had been the still point in every storm, the man who did not shake when others screamed. But one look at the newborn’s mottled skin and the crescent birthmark beneath his collarbone—a broken moon, split down its bright center—and the years collapsed. A vanished child, an abandoned car, a son who never called. Joanna clutched her baby as the doctor’s voice cracked, and with one quiet confession—“Because he is my son”—her world, already splintered by seven months of loneliness, broke open in a new, more dangerous dir… Continues…