For a moment, I couldn’t move. I just stared at her.
“They’re sisters,” I finally said, my voice cracking.
We gathered the girls in the living room. Wendy knelt beside Sandra, and I took Sophie’s hand.
“Sweetheart,” I began softly, “there’s something important we need to tell you. Remember how you said you and Sandra look exactly alike?”
Sophie nodded. “Uh-huh.”
Wendy smiled gently. “Of course you do. You’re twin sisters.”
For a second, they just stared at us. Then Sandra gasped. “Really? Like, for real?”
“We’re sisters?” Sophie asked.
They looked at each other — then burst into giggles, hugging so tightly it made my chest ache. “We’re sisters! We’re sisters!” they shouted over and over.
Tears stung my eyes as I watched them — two halves of a story I never knew was incomplete. Wendy brushed her tears away and laughed softly.
