Six Years After Losing One of My Twin Daughters, My Other Child Came Home from School Saying: “Pack an Extra Lunch for My Sister”

My hands trembled.

“Did you know her before today?”

“Nope. But she said we should be friends since we look the same. Can she come over sometime?”

“Maybe,” I said softly. “We’ll see.”

That night, I sat staring at the photo, my heart racing—hope and fear colliding inside me.

Deep down, I knew this was only the beginning.

The next morning, I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white.

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