As soon as I stepped into the main living room, everyone was waiting for me. Aster popped open a bottle of champagne to celebrate. I didn’t drink. I toasted with water. I knew I had to stay completely alert for my son. And… I wasn’t someone who drank. I had always believed I needed to be responsible, fully aware of my actions. Maybe that was why Fred’s self-destruction with drugs and alcohol had hurt me so deeply.

“It was such incredible luck to find this donor in the database,” I ...