Eight years ago, my husband told me one of my newborn twins had died. Last week, I walked into my son’s school office and saw two identical boys staring back at me.
Eight years ago, I went into labor too early with twin boys. When I woke up two days later, there was one bassinet beside my bed and one sleeping baby inside it.
I turned my head and whispered, « Where’s the other baby? »
Mark lowered his eyes. « He didn’t make it. »
