After enduring hours of labor, I was relieved when the doctors said I needed a C-section; anything to bring my baby into the world safely. The surgery went smoothly, and my newborn was healthy, which was all I cared about at the time. But days later, while changing clothes, I noticed a second scar, small, neat, and tucked high under my arm. I knew it hadn’t been there before the surgery. Confused and slightly unnerved, I mentioned it to my doctor during a routine follow-up. His expression changed instantly, from polite concern to something closer to fear. What he revealed behind that locked door made me question everything about my surgery and what was really done to me...