I carried my sister’s baby for nine months, believing I was giving her and her husband the greatest gift I could ever imagine. I thought I was helping them complete their family, giving them the joy and love they had longed for so desperately. But six days after the birth, I found the infant abandoned on my porch, wrapped in a pink blanket with a note that shattered my heart into a million pieces. The betrayal, the coldness, the disbelief—it all hit me at once, leaving me frozen, trying to comprehend the unimaginable. For as long as I could remember, I believed my sister and I would grow old together, sharing everything. Laughter, secrets, milestones, heartbreaks, and joys.I imagined us celebrating birthdays, holidays, and family milestones side by side, watching our children grow as inseparable cousins, just as we had been. That’s what sisters do, or so I thought. We were supposed to be unshakable pillars of trust for each other. Claire, the oldest at 38, had always carried herself with…
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I carried my sister’s baby for nine months, believing I was giving her and her husband the greatest gift I could ever imagine. I thought I was helping them complete their family, giving them the joy and love they had longed for so desperately. But six days after the birth, I found the infant abandoned on my porch, wrapped in a pink blanket with a note that shattered my heart into a million pieces. The betrayal, the coldness, the disbelief—it all hit me at once, leaving me frozen, trying to comprehend the unimaginable. For as long as I could remember, I believed my sister and I would grow old together, sharing everything. Laughter, secrets, milestones, heartbreaks, and joys.I imagined us celebrating birthdays, holidays, and family milestones side by side, watching our children grow as inseparable cousins, just as we had been. That’s what sisters do, or so I thought. We were supposed to be unshakable pillars of trust for each other. Claire, the oldest at 38, had always carried herself with…