I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled

brother.”

Stefan happily wrapped his arms tighter around me.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“You won’t let anyone take us away from each other, right?”

I kissed the top of his curls.

“Never,” I promised.

“He’s your twin brother.”

Across town, Eli was probably asking his mother similar questions.

And for the first time in five years, the silence between my sons was broken.

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