My name is Sarah, and I’m 32 years old. I never imagined that the happiest decision of my life would one day lead me into a doctor’s office, where I would be terrified even to hear my own baby’s heartbeat.
My best friend, Emily, is 31. We’ve been friends for twenty-five years. We grew up together, went to school together, fell in love for the first time together, and experienced our first heartbreaks together.
Our mothers always joked that we were more like sisters than friends.
But we shared one dream above all others: to become mothers someday and raise our children together.
Life, however, had something very different in store for us.
I had divorced five years earlier. Emily had never married. We were both so exhausted by failed relationships that one evening, we made a decision nobody around us could have imagined.
“Sarah, what if our children weren’t just best friends?” Emily asked. “What if they were actually brother and sister? Or two sisters?”
