Tears blurred my vision. “How does money fix this?”
They handed us the other family’s contact information.
The couple’s names were Rachel and Thomas. Their son—our son—was named Evan.
They were as devastated as we were. We agreed to meet.
The next day, when I saw Evan, my heart stopped. He was Caleb’s mirror image. Meanwhile, Lucas—our Lucas—was playing happily beside him, unaware.
Rachel’s voice shook. “We wondered, but we thought genetics can be surprising.”
“We don’t want to lose him,” I said.
Relief washed over her. “We don’t either. We just want the boys to know the truth.”
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