22 septembre 2026

I smiled, agreed to one final family outing—and made sure it became the day everyone saw who he really was.

I remember Elliot’s hand on my knee at a red light.

The way he cleared his throat before speaking.

« Whatever happens, » he said, « we’ll get through this. Together. »

« They were also in the accident. »

« You promise? »

« I promise. »

The twins survived.

Bruised, stitched, terrified, but alive.

When the social worker sat me down in a small beige room and asked about guardianship, I did not need a single second to think.

« You promise? »

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