I Carried a Baby for My Twin Brother. When He Saw His Newborn Daughter, He Said He Could Not Take Her Home

For two hours my house was silent.

I took a shower, ate breakfast while it was still hot, and fell asleep on the couch.

When I woke, there was a photo on my phone of Mason standing proudly beside Lucas, grass stains on his socks, holding a medal made of cardboard.

Under it Lucas had written: We lost 3–1.

He says the orange slices were the real victory.

I laughed, and then, unexpectedly, I cried.