Paula Johnson is sitting on the steps behind the little brown house she rents on a road called Morning Glory. She draws hard on a long More cigarette, one of many she'll suck down during this week from hell. The day before, she made her national television debut, explaining through streaming mascara that she has no idea how one of a parent's worst nightmares had come true for her. Somehow her daughter is not her daughter, at least biologically. Somehow the girl she gave birth to on June 29, 1995, apparently was swapped with a girl born a few hours later...
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