As my five-year-old came home from a weekend at my sister Lily’s, he blurted out, “Guess what me and my other dad did!”

I burst out laughing—until I realized thay he wasn’t pretending.

And as I learned Lily was in on it, my world tilted.

Lily has always been my rock.

After Eli was born, she arrived in the middle of the night with soup, cradled him through fevers, and gave me weekends to breathe.

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