« That’s a good man, sweetheart, »
I still remember the officer’s voice, careful and quiet.
« Ma’am, there’s been an accident. Your parents. I’m so sorry. »
I sat down on the floor because my legs stopped working.
Elliot was on the couch, watching something on his phone.
He looked up slowly and frowned.
« The twins, » I whispered. « Where are my brothers? »
My legs stopped working.
« They’re at the hospital. They were also in the accident but they’re alive. They’re being worked on right now. »
I do not remember the drive to the hospital.
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