I looked at her and answered:
“You destroyed this family the moment you decided my babies were something you could use.”
For a moment, her expression changed.
Then she said something I would never forget.
“Those babies are the only reason we tolerated you.”
I felt a strange calmness come over me.
“Then you will never see them again.”
Daniel helped me into the car, and we drove away.
For the first time in months, I felt safe.
The Birth of My Twins
Three weeks later, I went into labor.
My father rushed to the hospital as soon as he received the news.
He held my hand throughout the delivery.
After several difficult hours, the doctor finally smiled.
“Congratulations! You have two beautiful, healthy babies.”
A boy and a girl.
I named them Noah and Grace.
When my father held his grandchildren, tears rolled down his cheeks.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I should have protected you.”
