Ex Stole Our Twins For 20 Years; Now They’re Back With A Secret
Hidden Marks
As we talked, something caught my eye—a small, distinct mark on my daughter’s arm. It was subtle but unmistakable. She quickly shifted, pulling her sleeve down as if trying to hide it. My curiosity flared, but she seemed determined not to acknowledge it. Though every instinct screamed to ask more, I held back.
There was too much else to focus on. They had already been through so much, and I didn’t want to push them further. Instead, I suggested we take things one step at a time. With a nod, they seemed relieved. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more lurking beneath the surface.
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