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

Michael and I whispered her name—Eliza—like a fragile secret we carried together. But time didn’t heal us. It changed us.

Eventually, Michael left. Maybe he couldn’t bear my grief. Or maybe he couldn’t face his own.

And so it became just me and Junie… and the quiet shadow of the daughter I never got to know.

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