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I hoped for a boy named Noah.
Emily wanted a daughter named Lily.
But our mothers reacted strangely when we mentioned the fertility clinic.
My mother, Margaret, became visibly uncomfortable when I told her our donor’s name.
“Daniel?” she repeated.
Then she asked whether we knew anything about his family.
Emily’s mother, Helen, seemed equally unsettled.
She even suggested choosing another donor.
We assumed they were simply nervous about becoming grandmothers.
We couldn’t have been more mistaken.
One rainy Tuesday morning, the clinic called and requested that we come
