I Became a Surrogate for My Brother — But When He Saw His Newborn Baby, He Rejected Her, and the Reason Made Me Go Pale.

I sat in the bed with the infant against my chest.

She opened dark eyes that did not know a courtroom.

I looked at the star on her back—the twin of the mark I had seen on David for seven years—and the last question arrived, cold and necessary.

Did David know?

I called him.

He picked up on the second ring, cheerful in the way of a man bringing flowers to a happy ending.