« Cross my heart. »
My twin brother were only five, and they adored him.
They called him Ellie, which made him laugh and pretend to chase them around the yard.
My mom would watch from the kitchen window and squeeze my shoulder.
« You’re going to be stuck with me forever, »
« That’s a good man, sweetheart, » she told me once. « Hold onto him. »
I planned to.
I was picking out centerpieces and arguing about seating charts and worrying about the color of the napkins.
That was the biggest problem I had.
Then a single phone call changed everything.
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