So I went straight to the social services office. I told them I wanted to adopt the babies. oukhtou
Social services did a thorough background check on me. Visited my home. Talked to my neighbors. Verified my finances. They asked me a hundred times if I was sure I wanted to do this at my age, in my grief.
I was absolutely certain.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the babies.
Three months later, I officially adopted the twins and named them Ethan and Sophie. They became my reason to keep breathing when all I wanted to do was give up.
I poured everything I had into raising them right.
They grew into remarkable young adults. Ethan became passionate about social justice, always standing up for people who couldn’t stand up for themselves. Sophie developed a fierce intelligence and compassion that reminded me of my daughter.
Everything was exactly as it should be until last week, when my past caught up with us.
