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”
Black sedan.
Thin.
No makeup except smudged mascara.
She stood on my porch.
“Alison.”
I closed the door behind me.
Daisy was inside coloring.
Samantha looked toward the window.
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