He just looked at Nora, sat on the floor, and played blocks with her for three hours.”

Chloe looked toward the porch swing, where the little girl was gently swaying, hugging her rabbit.

“He called me that night,” Chloe whispered.

“He told me, ‘I failed her for five years because I was a coward.

I am not going to let my fear kill my daughter.’ He went to the clinic the next morning.

When he found out he was a match, he wept on my living room sofa.