I would do it again tomorrow.

Because I did not only give my brother and his wife a daughter, though that would have been enough.

I have come to believe, strange as it sounds, that I gave them something else too, something none of us could have planned.

By bringing Grace into that room, I forced my brother’s secret into the open.

His lie could not survive her arrival.

The debt, the pretending, the whole elaborate performance he had built — all of it had been sustainable only as long as nothing forced a reckoning, and a baby is nothing if not a reckoning.