What Grandma Put in the Bottles. Emma Knew the Truth.

Except I had watched her smile.

Not at the boys.

Not once.

She had smiled when the funeral director told us the flowers had arrived.

She had smiled when someone whispered that the twins had been beautiful.

And ten minutes before the service began, when she thought nobody was watching, I saw her standing beside the caskets with her hand resting on Ethan’s coffin.

She whispered something.

Then she smiled.

I had wanted to ask her what she said.

I hadn’t.