Alex Carter had created his own romantic story of how he came into the world. But then he met the twin he never knew he had...
On a summer’s night in 1969, in the only maternity ward in a small town in North America, a woman gave birth to a baby. She was a teenager, unmarried, and she knew well before the little boy was put in her arms that she’d give him up for adoption. That little boy was me – but I was not the only baby born there that night.
Growing up, I did not have much in common with my older brother and two younger sisters, who were also adopted. Along with my adoptive parents, they would tease me for spending all my time reading everything from encyclopedias to comics, and call me “the intellectual”. There was no blood link to my parents or siblings, and we shared no characteristics or personality traits.
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