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

Lucas stood in the doorway, the same position he’d taken in the nursery weeks earlier.

“You can come closer,” Hannah told him.

“Only if you’re ready to stay calm.”

He moved to the other side of the bassinet.

“Hello, Hope,” he whispered.

“I’m Lucas.”

I almost told him to say he was her father.

Then I stopped myself.