I Carried a Baby for My Twin Sister—But the Moment She Saw the Newborn, She Stepped Back and Said, “This Is Not the Child We Wanted”

I counted fingers.

Toes.

Then whispered:

“Your mother is going to completely lose her mind.”

I had no idea how correct I was.

PART 9 — “DAUGHTER?”

Samantha rushed into the room with Ronald behind her.

I smiled.

“Come meet your daughter.”

They stopped.