The Surrogate Promise: How One Woman’s Choice to Save Her Husband Brought a Miracle She Never Expected

When I returned home, David’s condition had worsened. One evening, as I held his hand, he whispered, “Promise me you’ll take care of Sophie. You’ve always been stronger than you know.”

I promised.

After he drifted to sleep, I opened the smaller envelope Lena had given me, marked Private — for Hannah Miller. Inside was a letter in David’s familiar handwriting.

If you’re reading this, it means my parents went through with what I asked before I got sick. I couldn’t bear to leave this world without giving you something to hold onto — a part of me, a part of us. If a child ever comes into your life this way, please understand — it was my wish. Always yours, David.

My tears soaked the page. He had known. He had planned it. The child I carried was his final gift — his way of keeping us connected, even after he was gone.

The Child Who Came Home

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