My Best Friend and I Decided to Get Pregnant by the Same Man So Our Children Would Share the Same Biological Father. But When the Doctor Saw Our Genetic Test Results, He Turned Pale and Exclaimed, “My God… Do You Have Any Idea What Could Happen to These Children?” Then Something Completely Unexpected Happened…

Most of the photographs were familiar.

There was my mother holding me as a baby.

My parents on their wedding day.

My sixth birthday.

But at the bottom of the box, I found an old photograph I had never paid much attention to.

My mother was standing outside what looked like a small hospital.

She was holding a baby.

A newborn.

I turned the photograph over.

There was a date written in my father’s handwriting.

It was three years before I was born.

And beneath the date were four words.

“My Mary and her little girl.”

I stared at the photograph for several minutes.

Who was that baby?

Why had my father kept the picture?

And why had he never told me?

I called Emily immediately.

She answered on the second ring.

“Sarah?”

“I found something.”

I explained the photograph.

There was a long silence.

Then she whispered:

“Do you think that baby could have been me?”