I gave up everything to raise my late fiancée’s six children—ten years later, her eldest son came to me with a truth about her that changed everything I believed.

window, looking out at the yard where Claire used to push the little ones on the rope swing.

“You okay, Dad?” he asked.

“I’ll get there, son.”

He stood beside me for a while without saying anything, which is the thing about him I’ve always loved most.

Matilda isn’t Claire.

She won’t ever be Claire.

But she carries pieces of her the way twins do.

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