As fate would have it, the baby who died in her arms in the hospital only a few hours after he was born wasn’t technically hers. Her son had been switched at birth.Now that she’d found out, eight years later, she had to decide if she would fight for custody of the boy who was biologically hers. Somehow it just didn’t seem like the right thing to do. Not for the boy’s mother, she wouldn’t cause the woman such profound loss as she had suffered. Not for the boy who didn’t know her from Jane. Certainly not for her son, who was lost, and whose loss she’d mourned all these years.