Ex Stole Our Twins For 20 Years; Now They’re Back With A Secret
Safe Havens and Hidden Paths
As we continued talking, my daughter unfolded a worn map, its edges frayed and creased from years of use. It was covered in scribbled notes and symbols, each one telling a silent story of their experience. The map had been folded and unfolded so many times that it was barely holding together.
As she laid it on the table, I leaned in, tracing the chaotic lines and marks. She pointed out the safe houses they had relied on, places marked with stars and circles. They were brief sanctuaries that allowed them to catch their breath before moving on. I wondered how they had managed to find these hidden havens.
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