My husband d:ied 4 days before I gave birth to twins. Then my family stormed into my hospital room, my dad stole my newborn son, and handed him to my brother

said. “He wanted you to be curious. And he wanted you to know you were loved before you were even born.”

Lily touched the ring on my necklace. “Do you miss him every day?”

“Yes,” I said. “Every day.”

Noah frowned. “Does it hurt every day?”

I thought about lying, but Ethan and I had promised each other that we would raise honest children.

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