I took in twin baby girls I discovered wrapped in towels inside a beach changing cubicle—and on their 18th birthday, they gave me those same towels back and whispered, “Dad… We Owe You the Truth”

protect you.”

“From what?” Grace asked.

“From feeling like second choices.”

Emily stepped closer.

“We never felt that.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Then help us understand,” Grace said.

I looked at Sarah’s smile in the photo.

“If I said her name, I was afraid you’d hear what I lost instead of what you gave me.”

Emily turned to the last page.

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