Sophia
Twins.
The word refused to leave my mind. It echoed there as though the walls of my skull had become a vast canyon, each syllable ricocheting, settling, and then rising again with new weight.
“Twins?” I whispered under my breath as Mrs. Ross and I stepped out of the hospital, the bright daylight forcing me to squint.
The paper in my hand, my sonogram results.felt heavier than any burden I had ever carried.
Not because of sorrow, no, but because of the overwhelming magnitude of what it meant.
Two lives. Two heartbeats. Two little souls depending on me.
The doctor’s words still replayed in my head, his professional tone softened by surprise and then by warmth: “You’re not just expecting one, my dear. You’re carrying twins.”
My first reaction had been disbelief. How? How coul
