The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, gentle light over the room. But despite the serene surroundings, Sarah’s mind was anything but calm. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the events of the past few weeks over and over. The death of one of the twins had left a gaping wound in her heart, a void that seemed impossible to fill. Yet, as much as she tried to move forward, something kept pulling her back, a lingering feeling that there was more to his story than he had left behind.
She turned her head, watching the surviving twin as he slept beside her, his face peaceful and untroubled for once. It had been long since she had seen him like this, without the weight of their past hanging over him. But she knew this peace was fragile and could shatter at a
