months later, she developed a severe infection.
She died at twenty-nine.
Margaret and Helen became our legal guardians, each taking responsibility for one child.
They moved to neighboring houses and allowed us to grow up together.
But they never explained that we shared the same biological parents.
“We wanted you to have ordinary childhoods,” Helen whispered.
“Ordinary childhoods built on lies?” Emily demanded.
Neither woman could defend the decision.
Then Margaret handed us a letter Rebecca had written.
It was addressed to her daughters.
She told us that we were
