My son and my best friend’s son had the exact same rare birthmark – I thought my husband had betrayed me, but the truth turned out to be far worse.

it alone.”

I said, “You had your chance to leave me in peace. That is over.”

Two weeks later, I was sitting in a records office with a woman named Marisol and a stack of scanned files that made my eyes hurt.

Consent forms. Donor inventories. Lab notes. Internal routing sheets. Handwritten authorization slips.

Then I found the first donor code.

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