On Lily’s first day of school, her teacher mistakenly mentioned she had a twin. She led me to another classroom to show me a little girl named Bella—who looked exactly like Ava. The same curls. The same laugh. I fainted.
I was convinced, for a moment, that I had seen my daughter again. John gently reminded me that my memories from those final hospital days were fragmented. Still, I couldn’t ignore what I felt. I asked for a DNA test.
After days of waiting, the results came back negative. Bella was not Ava.
