Our Daughter Had a Twin Sister We Never Told Her About—On Her 18th Birthday, My Husband Brought Out a Chest He’d Been Building for 18 Years
“Why today?”
He stared.
“What?”
“My birthday.”
She pointed toward the half-deflated balloons.
“You decided my eighteenth birthday was the day to tell me my twin died?”
Arthur’s face collapsed.
“I thought eighteen meant you were old enough.”