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

I read it three times.

I wanted to believe that version of my brother had not vanished.

I also wanted to tear the card in half.

The contradiction exhausted me.

My phone rang.

It was Mason’s school.

He had argued with another boy during recess and refused to apologize.

I had to sit down on the nursery floor before speaking because even a small problem felt like too much.