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

I looked at Hannah, who was sitting beside Hope’s bassinet with one finger resting near her daughter’s hand.

“Tell him his cousin is here,” I said.

“Tell him her name is Hope.”

I did not know what else I could honestly promise.

PART 4: The Brother I Thought I Knew

Lucas finally answered my call at eleven that night.

I was still in the hospital, still wearing a gown that tied awkwardly behind my back, and the sound of his familiar voice made anger rush up so quickly that I had to close my eyes.

“Where are you?” I asked.