Sophia’s P.O.V

I sat still, numb, in the backseat of the car as the twins wrapped their arms around me tightly, their small shoulders trembling with every sob they failed to hold back. Sara’s tears soaked into the fabric of my blouse, and Tara’s fingers dug into my side like she was afraid that if she let go, I might disappear altogether. My arms came around them slowly, instinctively, as I whispered, “Shhh, I’ve got you, babies. I’ve got you.” But truthfully, I wasn’t ...