“My Husband Told Me, ‘If You Want to Save Our Family, You Must Have a Baby With My 80-Year-Old Father.’ I Slapped Him and Started Packing My Suitcase. But When My Father-in-Law Fell to His Knees and Explained Why He Needed That Child, I Froze in Horror…”

That loss had been the most painful memory of our lives.

“Does Daniel have a child with another woman?” I asked.

Richard slowly shook his head.

“Not in the way you think.”

He opened a folder filled with medical records.

“Lily is seriously ill,” he said. “Her bone marrow isn’t functioning properly. The doctors are searching for a donor.”

My throat tightened.

“Then why did you bring me here?”

Richard looked at me for a long moment.

Then he whispered:

“Because you might be her only chance.”

I stared at the photograph.

“But what connection do I have to this child?”

My father-in-law placed another document on the table with trembling hands.

My name was written across the top.

And beneath it was a date from thirty years earlier.

I recognized the hospital.

It was the same hospital where I had lost my baby.

“What is this?”

“Emily, you were expecting two babies that day.”