heart seemed to stop.
Afterward, I questioned her in the parking lot.
“Dana,” I said. “What’s your donor number?”
She gave me an odd look.
“4127,” she said. “Why?”
We remained in that parking lot for ages.
Two expectant mothers, hands clasped, laughing and crying together. TrackPregnancy
“Our babies are going to be brothers,” Dana said. “Or sisters. Or one of each.”
“Half-siblings,” I said.
“Same thing,” Dana said.
Part Eight: The Decision
Luke arrived March 11.
Eight pounds, two ounces. Dark hair. Gray-green eyes.
Mike held him first. In
