I believed one of my newborn twins had died the day they were born. Six years later, my surviving daughter returned from her first day of school with a strange request: she asked me to pack an extra lunch for her sister. What happened after that changed everything I thought I knew about grief, motherhood, and the truth.
Some moments never leave you. They carve themselves so deeply into your life that every decision afterward seems to echo them.
For me, that moment came six years ago in a hospital room filled with alarms, hurried voices, and the pounding of my own heart. I was giving birth to twins—Junie and Eliza.
