A New Beginning with My Twins
The day I walked out of the hospital, I held my babies close, their tiny hands curled around my fingers. The autumn sun spilled across the parking lot, warm against my tired skin. For the first time since giving birth, I felt victorious.
I was still alone. Aaron never followed me out. His family never apologized. But I was no longer broken.
I had two miracles—real, undeniable, beautiful. They were mine, and no betrayal could ever change that.
As I strapped them into their car seats, I whispered softly, “It’s just us now. And that’s enough.”
