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

Hope sat in a supportive seat nearby, watching us with the solemn concentration she brought to every new sound.

“Do you ever regret agreeing to carry her?” Hannah asked suddenly.

I straightened, a piece of yellow ribbon in my hand.

“No.”

“Even after everything?”

“I regret things that happened afterward,” I said.

“I regret that Lucas kept secrets.

I regret the way he treated you both on the day she was born.