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

Before the nurses took Hope, Hannah bent over the bassinet.

“You don’t have to be brave for us,” she whispered.

“We’re going to be brave enough to keep asking questions for you.”

Lucas stepped closer.

“We’ll be here when you come back,” he said.

I watched his face, looking for the instinct to retreat.

I saw fear.

I saw regret.