After our parents died, I became the only person my 6-year-old twin brothers had left. My fiancé loves them like his own — but his mother hates them with a fury I never saw coming. I didn’t realize how far she’d go until the day she crossed an unforgivable line.
Three months ago, my parents died in a house fire.
I woke up that night with heat crackling against my skin and smoke everywhere. I crawled to my bedroom door, pressing my hand against it.
Over the roaring fire, I heard my six-year-old twin brothers calling for help. I had to save them!
I remember wrapping a shirt around the doorknob to open the door, but after that — nothing.
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I pulled my brothers out of the fire myself.
My brain blanked out the details. All I remember is the aftermath: standing outside with Caleb and Liam clinging to me as the firefighters fought to control the flames.
Our lives changed forever that night.
Looking after my brothers became my priority. I don’t know how I would’ve coped if it weren’t for my fiancé, Mark.
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Mark adored my brothers. He went to grief counseling with us, and repeatedly told me we’d adopt them the moment the court allowed it.
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