I raised my late twin sister’s daughter as my own—until the man who abandoned her returned years later and changed everything.

everything from the day we were born — birthdays, clothing, secrets, heartbreaks, private jokes that made sense to no one else. People always said twins could feel each other’s pain.

Perhaps they were right.

Because when Emily died in that delivery room, it genuinely felt as though someone had torn half my soul away with her.

And while I stood there barely continue reading …