they could understand as they grew older.
Most importantly, we’d make sure they never believed their origins made them less worthy of love.
Months later, I returned to the hospital for a routine appointment.
As I passed the consultation room where everything had begun, I remembered Dr. Harrison’s frightened expression.
Back then, I’d thought his warning meant only the possibility of illness.
Now I understood that our pregnancies had uncovered twenty-five years of family secrets.
Outside, Emily waited beside her car with Lily sleeping peacefully in her stroller.
Noah rested
