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

I wanted a quiet house with enough bookshelves and maybe a dog.

Neither of us had imagined this.

“Hannah is still here,” I said.

“Your daughter is still here.”

“I know.”

“Then come back.”

“I can’t.”

It was the same phrase he had used in the delivery room, and hearing it again made something in me harden.