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

She was ours.

I named nothing yet.

Naming is a ceremony.

That room was a wreck.

I held her while people talked over a sleeping forehead, and I thought of Leo at home with my neighbor, waiting to hear he had a cousin.

I would have to tell my son a different sentence.