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

That uncertainty was the most frightening part.

Lucas had spoken as if he already understood, as if one glimpse could tell him everything about his daughter’s future.

“We need a doctor,” I said.

“Not guesses.

And we need to stop talking about her like she isn’t here.”

Hannah was shaking so badly she could barely hold the edge of my bed.

I took her hand.

“We are going to listen to the doctors first.”