day of school.
The same hand that had comforted me through my divorce.
And now we needed each other more than ever.
The following months were difficult.
There were additional scans, medical consultations, and long nights filled with uncertainty.
Emily sometimes blamed herself for suggesting the same donor.
“This was my idea,” she whispered one evening.
I sat beside her.
“We made that decision together.”
“But if I’d never suggested it—”
“We made our choices using the information the clinic provided. We didn’t know the truth.”
She wiped her eyes.
