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 said quiet was allowed.

He held Maya on the last morning and did not flinch at the birthmark.

He touched it once, the way you touch a scar that is no longer an emergency, and then he handed her back.

“I rejected her because I thought my life had been rewritten as a joke,” he said on the driveway.

“It was not her joke.”

“I know.”