My sister.
The person who’d stood beside me through every heartbreaking discovery.
“I think I finally am.”
She smiled.
Together, we walked toward the car with our babies.
Our future wouldn’t be free from difficulties.
There would be medical appointments, unanswered questions, and conversations our children might someday find painful.
But there would also be birthday parties, school mornings, bedtime stories, laughter, and countless beautiful memories.
Above all, Noah and Lily would never have to question whether they were wanted.
I looked once more at Rebecca’s photograph.
For years, I’d
