It was a small pink medical-alert bracelet. At first I assumed it belonged to someone who had ridden in Liam’s car, until I turned it over and saw the engraving: Sophie Mercer — Type 1 Diabetes. Emergency Contact: Liam Mercer — Dad. I sat motionless in the grocery-store parking lot reading those words again and again. Liam and I had spent five years fighting through infertility treatments. We had cried together over failed IVF cycles, celebrated our twins like a miracle, and never once had he mentioned having another child. I photographed the bracelet, put it back exactly where I found it, and drove home.
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