Sophie thought about that as we walked toward the elevator.
Daniel pressed the button. Eric carried her backpack. Neither man argued over who would take her home.
Outside, the afternoon sun was so bright that Sophie squinted.
Then she looked to her left, to her right, and smiled because she could see both men standing beside her.
The test had nearly destroyed our family because we mistook a hormone for proof of a terrible act.
But it had never detected a baby.
It had detected the disease trying to take my daughter from me.
And because it did, she was still alive.
