Love was the reason Hannah became angry.
And love was the reason, eventually, she came back into that garage and carved a crooked little sun between two names.
Two daughters.
One family.
Nothing hidden anymore.
— END —
OUR DAUGHTER’S TWIN SISTER DIED AT NINE DAYS OLD AND WE HID IT FOR 18 YEARS — AT HER PARTY MY HUSBAND BROUGHT SOMETHING FROM THE GARAGE AND SAID, “I STARTED IT THE NIGHT SHE DIED.”
