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.

A second donor number had been written beside it in blue ink.

Initialed by the clinic director.

And underneath that was a separate handwritten request signed by my father.

My skin went cold.

I read it once.

Then again.

Years earlier, both couples had initially been matched with different donor profiles based on routine clinic screening. My father had intervened continue reading …