At my twins’ funeral, my mother-in-law whispered, “God took them because He knew what kind of mother you were.” When I begged her to stop, she att3cked me beside their tiny coffins and threatened me. But what happened next stunned everyone.
The second time, Evelyn’s slap still burned across her face. The chapel was filled with the scent of lilies, candle wax, polished wood, and rain soaked into dark coats. Outside, the storm tapped against the stained-glass windows like the sky itself was holding back tears. Ethan and Ava, Hannah’s twin babies, lay in two small…