Both things remained true.
On the twins’ fifth birthday, Ethan and I took them to the river overlooking St. Mary’s Medical Pavilion.
Noah chased gulls along the path.
Nora collected smooth stones and assigned each one a name.
The hospital windows caught the evening sun, turning gold above the dark water.
Ethan slipped his hand into mine.
“Do you ever think about that room?” he asked.
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“Every day.”
“Which part?”
I watched Noah stumble, rise, and keep running while Nora followed behind him with both pockets full of stones.
Then I thought of Margaret’s outstretched hand as the gurney carried her away—reaching toward the child she had tried to steal, not asking to hold him, only needing to know he was still there.
