We told them the next afternoon.
I made hot chocolate because that’s what you do when you’re about to rearrange a child’s world—you put something warm in their hands and hope it helps. Daniel sat stiff on the couch. Sasha perched on the edge of the armchair like she might bolt.
I knelt on the rug between Mia and Sophie so I could look them both in the eye.
“There’s something important we need to tell you,” I began. “It’s big, and it’s okay to feel however you feel.”
Mia’s fingers tightened around her mug. Sophie leaned into Sasha’s side.
Daniel cleared his throat.
“When you were born, Mia… I became your dad. I’ve always been your dad. But I’m not your biological father.”
Mia blinked.
“Then who is?”
Sasha took a breath. “I was engaged to Daniel’s brother, Evan. You girls were born twins.
He… wanted to give one of you up. I couldn’t. Daniel stepped in and raised Mia.
I kept Sophie.”
Silence. The clock ticked too loudly.
“So…” Mia said slowly, looking from me to Sophie, “Sophie is my sister?”
What happened next changed everything…
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