I Carried a Baby for My Twin Brother. When He Saw His Newborn Daughter, He Said He Could Not Take Her Home
PART 3: What We Had Put on Paper
Her name was Denise Porter.
She was the kind of person who sat down before asking difficult questions, as though bringing her eyes level with yours might make the answers easier to find.
She had a notebook, a quiet voice, and an expression that suggested she had seen too many families discover that love did not automatically organize paperwork.
Hannah pulled out the folder she carried to every appointment.
The tabs were color-coded.