She walked toward the twins, who watched her with quiet curiosity. Kneeling beside them, she gently placed her hands on their knees and closed her eyes.
Her voice was barely above a whisper:
“God… You know what they need. Please help them.”
For a moment—nothing.
Then Olivia frowned.
“Dad… I feel something.”
Her toes moved.
Charlotte slowly lowered one foot continue reading …