I Lost My Twins During Childbirth – But One Day I Saw Two Girls Who Looked Exactly Like Them in a Daycare With Another Woman

“I thought I could do it,” Alice said. “I thought I wanted this, all of it. But then Kevin was born, and everything I’d been pretending got harder.”

Alice had started resenting the twins. She wanted Pete to focus on their son, not four people. Watching him pour more and more of his attention into the twins while their son sat in the background finally became something she couldn’t live with anymore. And one night, she’d shown the girls a photo of me and told them the truth: that I was their real mother, that she wasn’t.

She’d told that to five-year-olds, pointed at the door, and told them to go to me.

Alice had started resenting the twins.

I should’ve been fuming at the revelation. But I was saving the anger for Pete, and there was plenty of it.

“The girls,” I whispered. “Where are they?”