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

“Is Hope broken?”

“No,” I replied.

“Some parts of her body developed differently and she might need extra care.

That doesn’t make her broken.”

“Then why was Uncle Lucas scared of her?”

I pulled into a parking lot and turned off the engine.

I didn’t want to answer a question that belonged to Lucas, but Mason deserved better than an invented story.

“Uncle Lucas has been scared about some grown-up problems,” I said.