“My newborn passed from what doctors said was a rare condition. My husband blamed my ‘bad genes,’ left me, and took everything. Years later, the hospital called: there had been a mix-up—someone had tampered with my baby’s IV. When they showed me who it was on the footage…

For seven years, I lived with the guilt of having ended my baby’s life with my own defective genes. Then, the hospital called with security footage that shattered everything I had been forced to believe. And the face on that screen belonged to the one person I never, ever suspected.

My name is Bethany Hartwell. And if you’d told me last week that everything I believed about the worst day of my life was a lie, I would have said you were cruel for even suggesting it. But here I am, sitting in my living room, holding a court document that says murder in the first degree where I once believed it should say genetic tragedy.