We told them the next afternoon.
I made hot chocolate because that’s what you do when you’re about to rearrange a child’s world—you put something warm in their hands and hope it helps. Daniel sat stiff on the couch. Sasha perched on the edge of the armchair like she might bolt.
I knelt on the rug between Mia and Sophie so I could look them both in the eye.
“There’s something important we need to tell you,” I began. “It’s big, and it’s okay to feel however you feel.”
Mia’s fingers tightened around her mug. Sophie leaned into Sasha’s side.
Daniel cleared his throat.
“When you were born, Mia… I became your dad. I’ve always been your dad. But I’m not your biological father.”
Mia blinked.
“Then who is?”
Sasha took a breath. “I was engaged to Daniel’s brother, Evan. You girls were born twins.
He… wanted to give one of you up. I couldn’t. Daniel stepped in and raised Mia.
I kept Sophie.”
Silence. The clock ticked too loudly.
“So…” Mia said slowly, looking from me to Sophie, “Sophie is my sister?”
“Your twin,” I said, my voice wobbling. “Yes.”
The girls stared at each other.
It was like watching two mirrors realize they weren’t reflections. Sophie’s eyes filled first. Mia’s followed.
“That means we had the same first birthday,” Sophie whispered.
“And the same curls,” Mia said, touching Sophie’s hair like it might disappear.
“And the same dimple,” Sophie said, and then they both laughed and cried at the same time and folded into a hug so tight I felt something in my chest unclench.
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