Callie
Paige is right; they are beautiful. I'm watching them from the small window outside the room they're sharing. Both of them are sitting on the same bed, wearing tiny hospital gowns and holding hands. They're frightened, I can see that. And the sight of those babies cut and bruised tears me up inside, and I can't help crying for them.
I know they have no significant injuries; Paige told me so. I thank the Lord for that.
“Are they going to be okay?” I ask Paige without taking my eyes off the little boy and girl who have captured my heart without even meeting them.
“They'll be fine.” She reassures.
“Why did you bring me here, Paige?” I turn to face her. “What's this really about?”
I'm quite confused, to be honest. Paige called me this morning and asked me to be here ASAP. I planne
