My Twin Brother Passed Away Saving Me in a House Fire When We Were 14 – 31 Years Later, a Man Who Looked Exactly like Him Knocked on My Door

My twin brother once pulled me out of a house fire and ran back inside to rescue our dog.
He never returned. For 31 years I believed his death was my fault. Then on my 45th birthday, a man arrived at my door with my brother’s face and told me there was something about that night I had never been told.

December 14th has always been the hardest day of the year for me.

My name is Regina, though the people closest to me call me Reggie. I was pouring my first cup of coffee when someone knocked on the door. I wasn’t expecting visitors. My 45th birthday was not something I celebrated. For the past 31 years, it had been a day of quiet mourning.

I set the coffee cup down and walked to the door. When I opened it, my breath caught in my throat.