Ex Stole Our Twins For 20 Years; Now They’re Back With A Secret
The Room That Waited
Suddenly, my first daughter asked to see her old bedroom, a request that caught me off guard. Her guarded eyes held a brief flicker of vulnerability I hadn’t seen in years. I agreed, rising from my seat, and assured her I’d kept everything just as it was. My other daughter exchanged a glance with her sister and then turned to me.
I led them up the stairs, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread. When I opened the door, the room stood frozen in time—plush toys, posters, and books neatly arranged, though covered in dust. I couldn’t help but whisper that I had always hoped they’d come back.
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