I found this in my girlfriend’s bathroom. We’ve been looking at it for an hour now and still can’t figure out what it is.

Dr. Carter sank into a chair, rubbing his face. “This can’t be happening again.”

“Again?” I repeated, my voice rising.

Lena looked at me, her expression filled with something between pity and disbelief.

“You’re his girlfriend too… aren’t you?”

For a moment, I couldn’t process the words.

“What?”

Dr. Carter spoke then, his voice heavy. “I delivered Lena’s baby a few months ago. Same father. Same condition—heterochromia.”

My head started shaking before I could stop it. “No. That’s not possible.”

But Lena gave a small, broken laugh.

“He told me I was the only one too.”

The room felt smaller, heavier.

“Mark is my husband,” I said slowly. “How do you have his child?”

Her eyes widened in shock. “Your husband?”

She explained how they had met—how he had come into her workplace often, acting lonely, saying he had no one waiting for him. How things moved quickly. How he disappeared the moment she told him she was pregnant.

Every word felt painfully familiar.

As she spoke, pieces of my own past shifted into place. The times Mark had disappeared. The excuses. The distance. The way he made me feel like I was imagining things.

He hadn’t just left me.

He had built another life—then abandoned that one too.

Dr. Carter looked between us. “When I saw your baby, I recognized it immediately. I should’ve realized sooner.”

I looked down at Noah, sleeping peacefully, unaware of everything unraveling around him.

My son had a sister.

And both of them had been left behind by the same man.

For a while, none of us spoke. There wasn’t anything left to say that would soften what we now knew.

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