I Carried a Baby for My Twin Brother. When He Saw His Newborn Daughter, He Said He Could Not Take Her Home
When the doctors left, she leaned over my bed and whispered, “I don’t know whether Lucas is coming back.”
“I don’t either,” I said.
“But you don’t have to face this hallway alone.”
That night, I called my neighbor, Mrs.
Alvarez, to check on Mason.
He had eaten his dinner and was sleeping with the hallway light on.
He’d asked whether the baby had arrived and whether the stars in her nursery were the kind that glowed in the dark.
“What should I tell him?” she asked.