When the Bough Breaks – Conclusion

Act Three

Wednesday, January 10, 1990

4:30 AM

Suzanne Wilson sat in the front passenger seat of the cargo van. Her knees pulled up to her chest. She turned to her companion. “Why did you have to kill her Martin? No one would have believed her. She was delirious and delusional.”

“And she was investigating us and the clinics. No, Mrs. Stevens needed to be stopped.”

“Martin, I’m a nurse. I save lives. I don’t take them.”

“Tough, because now you’re an accessory to murder. This is all your fault, Suzanne-if you had removed the baby more quickly; she wouldn’t have heard the baby cry. We can’t run the risk of someone believing her story and coming to investigate us.”

“I want out Martin-you hear me-out! I was only in this for the money. I just sell the babies. I don’t commit murder.”

“Shut up, Suzanne!” he snapped. “You liked the money those unfortunate souls were giving us. So deal with it! It’s better for these children anyway-most of these mothers can’t take care of themselves let alone a child-these babies have a chance to grow up in affluent neighborhoods, attend the best schools, have normal lives-not live in poverty.”

“But Mrs. Stevens wasn’t one of those women.”

“Yes, it was unfortunate that Mrs. Stevens, delivered a healthy baby girl that night-we had a buyer anxious for a daughter-it was too easy-her husband out to sea-she was so out of it-there had already been a stillbirth that evening-if only you had been quicker.” His face turned red.

“Please let me go-I just want out-I promise I won’t tell any one about you or what we did.” Suzanne begged.

The young good-looking doctor, turned to face her stroking her cheek, and then he pointed to the body lying in the back of the van. “I advise you to reconsider your decision, Suzanne or you’ll be next.” The look her gave her, made her blood freeze. Slowly she nodded her head.


Beltway Medical Clinic, Washington DC

9:15 AM

Dr. Andersen opened the door to his office, ushering Amanda inside. “Mrs. Keene, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Dr. Martin Andersen. I understand you recently moved back to the area and are looking for an ob-gyn.” He extended his hand in greeting.

She returned his handshake, started for a moment by his looks-no wonder woman trusted him. “Yes.”

Dr. Andersen walked behind his desk and sat down. He opened the folder, reviewing her records. “You don’t have a name listed for the father.”

“Is that a problem?”

He put the folder down and leaned forward. “No, not really, but we’ll need his name for the birth certificate.”

Amanda nodded her head looking down at the floor ashamed. “Please don’t judge me-you see I’m an unwed mother, who was in a relationship with a man, who bailed, when I told him I was pregnant. I have two teenage sons from a previous marriage and wonder what sort of example I am setting for them-I tell them to wait for marriage-” she broke off trying not to cry.

Dr. Andersen handed Amanda a tissue. “There’s no reason to feel ashamed. We all make mistakes, Amanda-may I call you Amanda?”

Amanda sniffled. Dabbing her eyes, she nodded her head again. “I’ve had to move in with my mother just to make ends meet.”

The doctor nodded his head in sympathy. “I’m not here to judge. I just want to make sure the remainder of your pregnancy continues to go well and that you deliver a healthy baby.” He paused for a moment before asking. “May, I ask you a personal question?”

Amanda nodded wringing the tissue in her hand.

“Have you considered what might be best for your child-maybe giving the baby up for adoption?”  He smiled down at her.

His smile did not appear genuine and Amanda suddenly felt very uncomfortable. “Thank you, Dr. Andersen,” she managed to croak out.  “But I have my mother and she has agreed to help me raise this child.”

Dr. Andersen smiled again and with a quick nod of his head, he continued to read her chart. “Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“No,” Amanda admitted.

The doctor shook his head. “I see your previous doctor didn’t recommend an ultrasound or amniocentesis-quite frankly I’m surprised.”


“We like to see our older mothers have additional testing-just to make sure everything’s all right. It’s something you might want to consider.”

“No doctor,” she stated simply. “I’m aware of the risks associated with amniocentesis-including premature birth. I rather not have one.”

“Fair enough.” He closed her chart. “If you would like me to be your doctor-I have a cancellation this morning and can examine you now.”

A loud beeping sound filled the room. Dr. Andersen pulled his pager from his belt loop and looked at the display screen. “Just a moment, I need to take this. I can have a nurse come down and take you to one of our exam rooms.”

Amanda smiled. “Okay.”

“Good.” He headed towards the door. “I’ll have a nurse escort you in a few minutes to another room.”

Watching the door close behind the doctor, Amanda stood up and quickly rifled through his desk drawers and file cabinets. She pulled out a file labeled birth certificates and laid the file down on the desk. Then taking out a small surveillance camera from her purse, she snapped pictures of them. Hearing the doorknob turn, she hurriedly returned the folder to the file cabinet.

“Mrs. Keene?” The nurse hesitated for a moment seeing Amanda standing near the doctor’s desk.

“Yes,” Amanda replied.

“I’m here to take you down to the exam room. Are you ready?”

“Sort of-can we stop at the restroom on the way?”

The nurse relaxed and smiled. “No problem. We’ll need a sample any way.” She handed Amanda a small plastic cup.

“Of course.”

Amanda was sitting on the exam table when the doctor returned. “Your vitals and weight look good,” he said before laying her down on the table. He checked her ankles and feet. “You have some mild swelling in your ankles-try to stay off your feet as much as possible.” He suggested. Then after hearing the baby’s heart rate, he measured her uterus. “Hmmm?”

“What?” Amanda allowed him to help her sit up.

“According to your records you’re 30 weeks along-but you’re measuring only 28 weeks. I’m concerned about that. I know you’re set against an amniocentesis, but I would feel better if you had one. I could schedule one for you here at this clinic.”

Amanda bit her lip. “If you think its best, Doctor. But if you wouldn’t mind there’s a lab just a couple of blocks from my new job-I rather do it there. Maybe on my lunch break, so I don’t miss any more work.” Amanda watched the young doctor’s face change. Her instincts told her this man was up to something.

Dr. Andersen nodded his head. “Yes, of course. Just have the lab fax me a copy of the results and I would like to see you again next week, Amanda. Make an appointment at the front desk and it was good meeting you.” He squeezed her shoulder as he helped her stand up.



12:00 PM

Amanda sat at her desk, scrutinizing the pictures Leatherneck had enlarged for her. “Lee, take a look at these.”

Lee walked over to her desk and stood behind her looking over her shoulder. “What am I looking at?”

“They’re birth certificates. I cross-referenced them with the death certificates I obtained at county records. Notice they all have matching dates, the sex of the babies all match and they all name the same doctor-Dr. Martin Andersen.”

“That’s good work.”

“I also did some research on stillbirth-did you know the average number of pregnancies that end in stillbirth is two percent? However, according to county records listing Dr. Andersen as the attending physician, the number is slightly higher. He works at three clinics, Silver Spring Birthing Center, Beltway Medical Center, and Community Health Clinic. Now two of those clinics cater to low income woman, where the percentages could be slightly higher because of the mother’s medical history, poor nutrition, not seeing a doctor early in her pregnancy, ethnic factors, and so on.”

“What about the clinics themselves?”

“The clinics appear to be clean-no irregularities.”

“Going to be hard to nail this doctor.” He blew out his breath. “Anything else you can add.”

“No, nothing concrete. I don’t know-I just don’t trust him.”

“We can’t arrest him because you don’t trust him.”

“I know that,” she snapped. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just tired, I guess.”

Lee rubbed her shoulders.

“Mmmm, that’s feels good.” She rolled her shoulders. “It’s the way he kept insisting I have an amniocentesis-wanting to know the sex of the baby and then lying about how far along I am. Dr. Adams has me at 30 weeks and tells me everything looks good.”

“Do you want to continue to investigate from this angle?”  He asked sitting on the edge of her desk.

Amanda nodded her head. “Yes. Fabrication is making up my lab results as we speak-it will show I’m having a healthy baby boy.”

Lee grinned and Amanda couldn’t help but notice.

“Is that what you want?”

“Amanda, I don’t care. All I want is a healthy baby.” He paused for a moment. “What about you?”

“Me too.”

“Ah-ha.” He pointed at her. “I know you aren’t telling me the truth.”

She looked up at him. “No, I really want a healthy baby, boy or girl. I’ll admit part of me hopes it’s a girl, since I already have two boys. But I know about raising boys and would feel comfortable with another boy.”

Lee shrugged. “Yes, a boy would be nice-but I already have two stepsons to do things with-I would love a daughter who’s as beautiful as her mother and has a nose for trouble.”

“Trouble? I’ll show you trouble, buster.” She lightly slugged his arm.  He grabbed her hand bringing it to his mouth; he kissed her knuckles.

“You’re not-you know sorry we don’t know?”

Lee shook his head. “No, sometimes secrets can be good.” He bent over kissing her deeply on the lips. When he pulled away, he cleared his throat. “Now, back to the case at hand. We’re going to have to catch the good doctor in the act of selling babies.”

“Maybe, the Loving Hands Adoption Agency where Suzanne Wilson works-is the avenue we should take.”

“True, but no one would believe we’re looking to adopt a baby.” He looked at her very rounded belly.

“True,” she admitted. “We need to send in someone who can pose as a married couple looking to adopt.”

They both smiled at the same time.

“Are you thinking, what I’m thinking?”

“Of course, great minds think alike, Stetson.”

Lee gave Amanda a lopsided grin. “After all I hear they’re darling together.”


Loving Hands Adoption Agency, Georgetown

Friday, January 12, 1990

10:00 AM

Hand in hand Francine and Beaman entered the Loving Hands Adoption Agency and walked up to the reception desk.

“Good morning. How may I help you?” the young perky receptionist asked.

“We’re Mr. and Mrs. Beckman. We have an appointment this morning with Mr. Monson.” Beaman squeezed Francine’s hand and she smiled back at him.

“Oh, yes, the Beckman’s. Welcome to Loving Hands Adoption Agency-where we bring families together. We’re so happy you’re here.”

“Thank you,” Francine answered.

“Please take a seat, I’ll inform Mr. Monson you’re here and while you’re waiting would you mind filling out this little questionnaire for us.”

Beaman took the clipboard from the receptionist and handed it to Francine. “Puddin’ Pie, do you mind?”

“No, I’d be happy to sweet cheeks.” Mentally gagging, she gave him a fake smile.

The receptionist went down the hall and Francine quickly let go of Beaman’s hand. “Puddin’ Pie? I’ll get you back for that.” Then looking at the clipboard, she groaned. “A little questionnaire-they’ve got to be kidding-it’s twelve pages long.”

Beaman smiled at her, handing her a pen. “Then I guess you better get writing.”

Several minutes later, the receptionist came back down the hall. “Mr. and Mrs. Beckman, Mr. Monson will see you now. Right this way.”

They entered the office and Mr. Monson who was standing behind his desk, extended his hand, shaking both of their hands. “Mr. and Mrs. Beckman, so nice to meet you. Oh good, I see you have filled out our questionnaire. If I may?”

Francine handed it to Mr. Monson.

“Please, sit down.” He offered them the chairs in front of his desk. Francine and Beaman sat down. Beaman took Francine’s hand again. Mr. Monson turned his chair around facing the wall, while he looked at their file. He turned his chair back around, facing them. He laid down the file and smiled. “How long have you been married?”

Beaman lifted Francine hand, kissing it. “Five wonderful years.”

There was a knock on the door. “Enter.”

Nurse Wilson entered the room. “Suzanne, this is Efraim and Francine Beckman.”

“Pleased to meet you. No, don’t get up,” she said shaking their hands.

“Suzanne matches parents with the children. I asked her to join us.”

“Yes, of course,” Beaman said.

“Why do you want to adopt?” Mr. Monson asked them.

“We love children. Don’t we gum drop?” Francine answered enthusiastically.

“Yes, princess.” Beaman answered back.

“And when we found out Efraim was infertile-” She noticed Beaman raise his eyebrow, but she continued, “we were just about devastated. We still want to house full of children and we thought adoption was the most logical course.”

Mr. Monson nodded his head. “I see you are looking for an infant. I hate to discourage parents-but adopting an infant mean years of waiting-we have some lovely older children who are looking for good homes-would you consider an older child?”

“Maybe someday, but both the misses and I have our heart set on a baby.”

“I understand. I would be happy to place you on the waiting list, if everything checks out.”

“Checks out?”  Francine asked.

“Well yes, we do an intensive background check, several home checks–we want to make sure it’s a perfect fit–for the parents as well as the child. There will be lots of paperwork to fill out. Adoption is not an easy process and is very expensive.”

Francine looked over at Beaman and she nodded her head. “We’re willing to pay anything, to put us at the head of the list.”

“Sorry, we here at Loving Hands, do not operate that way. Maybe you would be better off adopting through a private party,” Mr. Monson told them.

“Thanks for your time.” Francine quickly ushered Beaman out the door.

“I’ll show you out,” Suzanne offered.

They walked out down the hall and out the door. “Did you really mean you’ll pay anything?” she asked them.

“That’s right. Like my husband said, we’ll pay anything.”

“It won’t come cheap-but I think I can help you. Do you have a preference on the sex?”

They both shook their heads no.

She gave them a business card. “Call me at this number and I’ll see what I can do for you.” Francine and Beaman looked at each other and then watched Suzanne as she walked back into the building.

Act Four

Community Health Center

11:30 AM

“Morning, Janet. How’s my favorite receptionist?” Dr. Andersen asked handing her a single red rose.

Janet’s cheeks flushed. “Dr. Andersen, you shouldn’t have?”

He smiled down at her. “Any messages?”

“No, Doctor. But I wanted to know did that pregnant woman call you?”

“Pregnant woman? What pregnant woman?”

“The one I told you about-she came by asking all those questions-I recommended you.”

Dr. Andersen face turned ashen.

“Doctor, are you all right?”

“Yes, fine. Describe this woman again.”

“Sure, she was in her thirties, medium-length brunette hair, tall-”

“And you said she was pregnant-how far along would you say she was?”

“Oh, I would guess she was in her third trimester.”

‘Damn,’ he thought. “Thanks, I’ll be in my office,” he said winking at her. Then he quickly walked down the corridor.


4247 Maplewood Drive

11:45 AM

Dotty had just finished putting a chicken in the oven, when she heard the doorbell. She walked over the front door opening it. “Yes?”

“Mrs. West?” The man asked extending his hand, he held out a business card.  “Good morning. My name is David O’Neil from American Painting Company-I’m here for an estimate on painting your apartment.”

“Oh, yes of course.” She took his card and opened the door further. “Won’t you come in?”

Mr. O’Neil walked down the foyer steps.

“I’m sorry for the mess as you can tell we’re remodeling and slightly behind schedule. Let me grab my coat and I’ll show you the apartment. It’s not much to look at yet-the framers only finished last week.”

He nodded his head. Dotty returned with her coat on and the painter opened the door for her, when the phone rang. “When it rains, it pours,” Dotty lamented. “I’ll be just a minute.” She picked up the telephone in the kitchen. “Hello.”

“Hello. This is Nurse Wilson. May I please speak to Amanda?”

“I’m sorry, she’s not here. Is there a message you wish to leave?”

“Is this Amanda’s mother?”

“Yes, I’m Amanda’s mother.”

“Good. This is Dr. Andersen’s office and we have a mix-up on some test results she had-and would like her to come back to the office as soon as possible.”

Dotty was confused. “Yes, I’ll be sure to tell her Dr. Adams office called.”

“Dr. Adams?” the nurse asked.

“Dr. Adams-Amanda’s ob.”

“Yes, of course, you are correct. I must have the name of the wrong doctor on this sticky note. I’m sure it’s correct on the chart. Well, good-bye and thanks for your time.”

“Okay. Bye.” Dotty hung up the phone. Then zipping up her coat, she headed out the door with the painter.

Community Health Center

After putting the receiver back in the cradle, Suzanne looked at the doctor. “We’ve got a big problem.”

Dr. Andersen forcefully pounded his fist on his desk out of frustration.



The phone rang inside the Q-Bureau.

“IFF. Film Library,” Amanda answered.

“Hello, Amanda. This is Nurse Wilson. It would appear there was a mix-up at the lab and there was a problem with your urinalysis-they found some protein in the sample, and we want to make sure it wasn’t yours. Could you come by the office in Alexandria for another test?”

Amanda looked at her watch. “Sure, it’s almost time for my lunch break-I can be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Okay. See you soon.”

Billy’s Office

Lee, Billy, Francine and Beaman sat in the conference chairs in the section chief’s office.

“Well, there’s no doubt this nurse is involved in the illegal selling of babies,” Francine said debriefing the other agents.

“She said it’s won’t be cheap, but I feel the more we are willing to pay the further up the list we can get,” Beaman added.

“I agree. What about the business card she gave you?” Billy asked.

“Not much to go on-the number is for a service-most likely under an assumed name,” Francine told them.

“I have no doubt the doctor is as crooked as the nurse-and just as involved-if not more so. Hopefully, we can sent up a drop and catch them both,” Lee said.

“Okay, I’ll give you authorization to continue pursuing this, but I want Amanda off this case. Find out how much they want and we’ll go from there. Good work,” he said congratulating them.

Everyone stood up to leave, when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” Billy waved to the woman standing at the door to come into his office. “Thanks Barbara,” he said taking the folder from her and then opening it up he began to read. “Scarecrow,” he barked.

Lee stopped in the doorway, turning around to face Billy.

“Where’s Amanda?”

“She’s upstairs in the Q. Why?”

“It would appear late last night Metro found a body of a woman. She has been ID’ed as Amanda’s friend Karen Stevens.”

Lee swallowed hard, his jaw clenched. “The cause of death?”

“Preliminary autopsy reports say she was murdered-most likely poisoned.”

“Damn!” Lee swore grabbing the phone from Billy’s desk. After several rings, he quickly hung up calling another extension. “Mrs. Marston, Scarecrow. Is Amanda still in the building?”

“No, Scarecrow. She left a few minutes ago, but she left you a message saying she was heading to Dr. Andersen’s office in Alexandria.” Lee slammed the phone down rushing out the Bullpen doors. “Community Health Center,” he hollered.

“We’re right behind you,” Billy yelled after him, grabbing his revolver from his desk drawer.

Community Health Center

Amanda sat in the waiting room of the health center thumbing through an old magazine.

“Amanda Keene,” a nurse called out. Amanda stood up and walked with Suzanne through the door and down the hallway. “Thanks for coming. We’ll need another urine sample, but Dr. Andersen wanted to talk with you first.”

Nurse Wilson opened the door to the doctor’s office, allowing Amanda to step through the doorway first. “He’ll be right with you,” she told Amanda closing the door.

“Thanks, Suzanne.” Amanda sat down in a chair in front of the doctor’s desk.

A couple of minutes later, Dr. Andersen came into his office, carrying a chart. Suzanne was right behind him. “Mrs. Keene,” he began to say, walking behind her, he laid his hands on her shoulders and then produced a needle. “If that’s really your name?”

Amanda stomach clenched in fear. “I don’t know what you are talking about?”

“Oh, I think you do,” he said squeezing the syringe, a small amount of liquid shot out of it.

“No, Martin,” Suzanne pleaded. “No more!”

“Shut up, Suzanne!” he growled.

Amanda’s head snapped back. “More?” she asked.

“He murdered that nice Mrs. Stevens,” Suzanne told her.

“Karen,” Amanda whispered, trying to break free from the doctor’s grasp.

“So you knew Mrs. Stevens, did you? What are you FBI, CIA? Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter.” He put the needle to her forearm.

“What is that?” Amanda gasped.

“It’s the same thing that killed your friend Mrs. Stevens.”

“I’ll scream.” Her voice was sharp.

“Go ahead, sound proof walls,” he said smugly.

“I won’t be a party to it again. I’m not a murderer!” Suzanne yelled, trying to grab the syringe from the doctor’s hand. Dr. Andersen raised his hand slapping her. She fell to the floor.

Lee kicked open the door, busting into the room, with Billy and Francine right behind him. “Drop it now or you’re dead!”

The syringe fell to the floor and Dr. Andersen held up his hands, defeated. Lee cuffed him, and then threw him towards Francine. “Get him out of here, before I hurt him.” He went to Amanda and pulling her out of the chair, he hugged her tightly. “Thank God!” was all he could say.


4247 Maplewood Drive

Sunday, January 14, 1990

9:00 AM

Lee came down the stairs and entered the family room. He saw his wife sitting on the sofa holding a sleeping baby in her arms. He thought to himself what a beautiful sight that was and how much more right it would look when she was holding their baby. She looked up at him and smiled. He swallowed the lump that was in his throat and padded over to her giving her a quick peck on her lips. Earlier that morning, she had let him feed her and showed him how to change a diaper. He thought he handled it well-no big thing in raising babies-it would be a piece of cake once their own child arrived.

The doorbell rang and the baby stirred. Amanda gently rocked the baby, trying to loll her back asleep. Lee walked over to the foyer, opening the front door. A man in an officer’s dress uniform stood on the other side. “Commander Stevens?” Lee asked extending his hand.

The man returned his handshake. “Please, it’s Bob.”

“Lee Stetson,” he answered back, releasing his grip. “Your daughter is in the family room,” he told him leading him to where Amanda and the baby where.

“Please, don’t stand up. Amanda, it’s good to see you again and I can’t thank you-both of you for everything you have done for Caitlyn and I.”

Lee took the baby from Amanda, handing her over to her father.

“I’m sorry about Karen. She was a good person,” Amanda said.

Bob Stevens nodded his head, but was too busy looking into his daughter’s eyes to really listen. “Karen’s service will be Wednesday at the Community Church.”

“We’ll be there,” Amanda answered for both of them.

“Thanks for believing her and bringing my daughter back to me,” he said his voice full of emotion. “Well, I won’t take up any more of your Sunday morning.”

Amanda held up her hand, Lee helped her off the sofa, and they both followed Bob to the front door. Lee put his arm around her as they stood in the doorway, his other hand resting on her swollen belly. They watched Bob put his daughter into her carseat, before heading around to the other side of the car. He waved to them once more before driving away.

Lee turned his head to look at Amanda. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, although, I’m sorry we couldn’t do more to save Karen.”

“I’m sorry about her death, too,” he told her, closing the door behind them; he led them into the kitchen. “But we did stop that doctor and nurse from kidnapping babies and illegally selling them. We have turned the case over to the FBI and hopefully they can match the records and return babies to their rightful parents-just like Karen’s baby. She’s the real hero in all this.”

Amanda sadly agreed. She then kissed him on the cheek.

“What’s that for?”

“For you-being you, and for letting me solve this case. It meant a lot to me-more than you know.”

“No, Mrs. Stetson, I do know.” He rested his hand on her belly again. The baby kicked and he smiled, his dimples showing.

“Only nine more weeks-are you ready, Mr. Stetson?”

“With you by my side, I’m ready for anything.” He touched his lips softly to hers.

The End


  • By Jennifer Cannon, January 9, 2009 @ 7:26 pm

    Very suspenseful story, Anne–loved it–Dr. Andersen was a very creepy villain and the story was really well done–could see and hear it in my head as I was reading. Loved this :)


  • By Ermintrude, January 9, 2009 @ 8:16 pm

    This case was right up Amanda’s alley–pregnancy wise. Really suspenseful, and exciting. Keep up the good work, Anne!


  • By Ana, January 9, 2009 @ 9:32 pm

    Boy this one had me sittin on the edge of my seat!!! LOVED IT!!!

  • By CA Kidd, January 9, 2009 @ 10:57 pm

    Very nice – to bad about Karen. Can’t wait for the next one.

  • By Sue, January 10, 2009 @ 7:35 am

    What a super story! I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. Good thing Lee saved the day, once again. I’m looking forward to the next “episode.”

  • By Patti, January 10, 2009 @ 1:40 pm

    Totally agree with what everyone said!

  • By Weston Housewife, January 10, 2009 @ 5:22 pm

    Anne, I totally busted a gut when you wrote “a jerk’s a tug…” I remembered quite well, how we used to say that to each other. Great story, Great villian, and I love how Lee is so concerned about Amanda and their baby. Your such a fantastic writer keep up the good work.

  • By Heather, January 10, 2009 @ 8:59 pm

    Ah, glad to see Amanda in the thick of it again. Thanks, Anne!

  • By Mary R., January 11, 2009 @ 4:44 pm

    A solid, suspenseful storyline for a the expectant Amanda. You did a very good job bringing it to life. The pain of “empty arms” was palpable.

    I enjoyed the cute banter between Lee and Amanda over the sex of their baby. I particularly enjoyed the ending when Lee got in some needed practice before handing Caitlyn over to her grateful father

  • By Brittany, January 15, 2009 @ 12:42 am

    This was incredible!! Goes to show what Amanda will do for her friends!!!
    Wasn’t Kate in a Lifetime movie that had that was about a nurse who stole a baby? Your story is about 1000 times better!!

  • By Annette, January 15, 2009 @ 9:50 pm

    Wow Anne – Amazing!!! I loved this episode. You did a wonderful job.

  • By Loretta, January 16, 2009 @ 10:34 am

    great story. i really did enjoy it

  • By Anne, January 17, 2009 @ 1:23 am

    Yes Brittany–Kate did a made-for-TV movie “Empty Cradle”–saw it once a LONG time ago. She played a nurse, who stole a newborn baby, because she had told her boyfriend she was pregnant–if I’m remembering the storyline correctly? Thanks for the compliment! Stay tuned..brand new episode next Friday!

  • By Adda, January 18, 2009 @ 7:49 pm

    This was fantastic! I loved that you could use her pregnancy in a case. I’m very anxious to see the new little Stetson!

  • By Lynn, February 10, 2009 @ 7:57 pm

    Somehow I missed this story when it aired but boy was it worth the wait. I could see Amanda jumping into the role to help out her friend and also see Lee’s reluctance to let her do so. I can’t wait ’til Lee becomes a daddy. Great story.


  • By Calinour72, April 21, 2009 @ 1:53 pm

    Amazing–I had butterlies in my stomach reading this–Lee’s concern for Amanda and their baby–and their discussion about hoping for a girl because they both had sons, shows how much they are a family and love each other was bang on

    Keep up the good work

  • By Terry Kay, August 5, 2009 @ 6:32 pm

    Thank you! Can’t wait to read the rest of this season.

  • By berniej, August 21, 2009 @ 1:00 am

    Such a heart rending subject..handled very well, congratulations

  • By mandy, June 20, 2012 @ 10:05 am

    So great. Wish it would go on forever… Haha.

  • By Alexandra, February 6, 2013 @ 9:51 am

    great story !!!

  • By Soapie, February 13, 2013 @ 7:29 am

    great creepy elements here. it’s terrifying when you think about how vulnerable you can be at that vital moment after birth. so glad i didn’t read this when i was pregnant, i have enough conspiracy theories all on my own!

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