Eight years ago, my husband told me that one of our newborn twin boys had di3d. Last week, I walked into my son’s school office and found two nearly identical boys staring back at me.
I had gone into labor far too early. When I finally woke up two days later, there was only one bassinet beside my hospital bed.
One sleeping baby.
I turned toward my husband, Mark.
“Where’s the other baby?”
He lowered his eyes.
“He didn’t make it.”
I was too weak to question him.
There was
