@esoksb1: My son got into a fight with a boy at school because the boy kept calling him his "brother" — the moment I saw his face for the first time, my blood turned cold. Eight years ago, I was pregnant with twins. The delivery came too early. When I woke up two days later, there was only one hospital bassinet beside my bed. "Where’s the other baby?" I whispered. My husband, Mark, lowered his eyes. "He didn’t make it." I never saw the body. I never attended a funeral. The doctors said I was too weak, and Mark handled everything while I recovered. After that, I poured every bit of love I had into Cole. But when he started elementary school, he began complaining about a boy named Stefan. "He called me his brother again," Cole snapped one evening, throwing his backpack onto the floor. "Maybe he’s just teasing you." "He keeps saying we have the same dad but different moms. It’s so annoying!" For one second, my stomach tightened. Then I told myself it was only a strange coincidence. Kids often make things up. But a week later, the principal called. "Cole got into a serious fight with Stefan. Again. You need to come immediately." The moment I stepped into the principal’s office, I rushed to Cole. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" I asked. Without saying a word, he pointed behind me, where another boy was sitting. And that was when I froze. The same gray eyes. Even the tiny birthmark near his eyebrow was identical. They looked like the same child split in two. The only difference was their hair. Noah’s was light, while Stefan’s was almost black. "How is this possible?" I whispered. "We're waiting for the other parent," the principal said. "Then you’ll understand everything." The door flew open. I turned, saw who had walked in, and screamed. See less

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