Finally, independently verified genetic comparisons supported the conclusion we’d feared.
The biological donor was Daniel Whitmore.
Our father.
The man believed to have died twenty-five years earlier.
When Dr. Harrison explained the findings, I didn’t scream.
I didn’t faint.
I simply asked,
“Are our babies going to survive?”
He answered carefully.
“The family relationship alone doesn’t allow us to predict their outcomes. We’ll arrange the appropriate specialist evaluations and continue monitoring both pregnancies.”
Emily began crying.
I held her hand.
It was the same hand I’d held on our first
