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That’s when Alicia called.
Her voice trembled. “The dates don’t make sense. Olivia was born the same day as Emma.”
But they checked the birth certificates.
Same hospital.
Same minute.

There had been two.
Sarah sat on her couch, her laptop open, the DNA results glowing back at her like both a revelation and a shock. Full siblings. Same birthday. Same hospital. Same doctor.
Alicia was still on speakerphone, her breathing uneven. “Sarah… what does this mean?”
“But how?” Alicia’s voice broke. “I never saw another baby. They handed me Olivia wrapped in a blanket. I held her first. She was mine. I never questioned it.”
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