I stood in the hospital room holding the tiny baby girl I had carried for nine months, waiting for my sister, Claire, to meet her.
I had imagined that moment countless times.
I thought Claire would cry with happiness. I thought she would hold her daughter close and finally feel that the long journey to motherhood had been worth it.
Instead, when Claire and her husband, Evan, entered the room, something immediately felt wrong.
They barely looked at the baby.
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