I Carried a Baby for My Twin Brother. When He Saw His Newborn Daughter, He Said He Could Not Take Her Home
Near the end of the party, Lucas approached me on the back porch.
“I found that thank-you card I wrote before the birth,” he said.
“I found it too.”
“I meant it when I wrote it.”
“I know.”
He looked down at his hands.
“That’s the part that frightens me.
I meant it, and I still failed her.”