For 10 years, I lived with the certainty that I was sterile. I divorced the love of my life because she was pregnant with quadruplets. I called her a traitor. I let her walk away into poverty while I lived in luxury. Fate has a funny way of correcting your mistakes.
It took a random stop at a red light in downtown Chicago to shatter my reality. Four little girls. One familiar face multiplied by four. I learned a hard lesson that day: Science can be manipulated. Papers can be forged. But blood? Blood always finds a way back home. This is the story of how I found my heart in a homeless shelter.
