Their mother tries to calm them, promising to take them another day, but they stubbornly shake their heads. Then Susy grabs her phone and makes a call.
My heart races when I hear that voice on the other end, the one I will never forget.
“Hey! How’s dinner going?” Candace answers, with a carefree warmth that disarms me.
The twins quickly voice their demands amid laughter.
“Candace, you have to take us too! We’re your brothers,” they insist.
“Okay, we’ll all go on Sunday,” she agrees playfully. “But you’ll have to use your savings for the games.”
Laughter erupts around me, but I remain silent, feeling something tear inside me. Before I can stop myself, my lips act faster than my caution.
“Susy and I can come along. The more help, the better.”
Candace’s mother beams at my offer. I can
