GRACE'S POV
I called my mom from the parking lot because I couldn't drive yet, couldn't trust my hands to stay steady on the wheel when my entire world had just doubled in complexity. She answered on the first ring like she'd been waiting for news.
"How did it go? Is everything okay?"
"It's twins." The words came out flat, no emotion because I hadn't processed enough to feel anything yet. "Mom, I'm having twins. Two babies. At the same time."
Silence on the other end. Then a sound that might've been laughter or crying or both. "Twins. Oh honey. That's—that's wonderful. Terrifying, but wonderful."
"It's just terrifying. There's no wonderful mixed in yet." I stared at the ultrasound photos, at the two distinct shapes that would become people who needed me. "I can barely handle the idea
