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

For once he didn’t ask for more.

PART 8: The Specialist’s Office

We sat in a consultation room painted pale blue, beneath a poster showing cartoon sea turtles swimming through an impossibly cheerful ocean.

Hannah had brought her notebook.

Lucas had brought the folder, although I hoped nobody would need to see another credit-card statement for a while.

I had come because Hannah wanted me there and because the surrogacy journey still connected us all.

Dr.