SIX MONTHS LATER
Morning sunlight filled the nursery in my new home.
Martin and Leo were asleep in their cribs.
Healthy.
Growing.
Together.
I sat beside them with a cup of coffee while Judy visited.
After everything that happened, we had stayed in touch.
She smiled down at the twins.
“They’ve gotten so big.”
“I know.”
Leo stretched in his sleep.
Martin turned his head toward his brother.
Sometimes I still found myself standing beside their cribs simply watching them breathe.
Not because I expected something terrible to happen.
But because there had been a moment when I didn’t know where one of them was.
And I never wanted to take an ordinary moment with them for granted again.
I looked at Judy.
“There’s something I never asked you.”
“What?”
“Why did you tell me?”
She thought for a moment.
“Because you deserved accurate information about your own child.”
