born, Daniel died.
Everything changed instantly.
One day, his shoes were beside the door and his jacket hung over a chair.
The next, I was preparing to give birth without him.
Mia and Owen never met their father.
Carol moved into our spare room and stayed after they were born.
She handled late-night bottles, laundry, meals, and the moments when grief suddenly crushed me.
For an entire year, she helped me survive.
And all that time, she was keeping one enormous secret.
PART 2
By the twins’ first birthday, I
