My Fiancé Vanished a Week Before Our Wedding and Left Me With His 10 Children—Thirty Years Later, His Lawyer Knocked on My Door
Marcus nodded.
“Yours first.”
He pulled something from his pocket.
A small wooden piece.
Julian had carved:
E + M + M + S + R + B + A + L + G + D + Twins = HOME
Marcus laughed bitterly.
“He ran out of space for the twins.”