It was a photo of two babies in a hospital crib, side by side—one with a mop of brown hair, the other with slightly darker curls. “Luke and Jacob,” Margaret said softly, her voice trembling. “They were born on the same day, minutes apart.
But I had to give Jacob away. Their father left when he found out I was pregnant.” “I was alone, Emily. I couldn’t raise two babies by myself. So, I made the hardest choice of my life. I gave one of them up.”