Chapter 17

OLIVIA I lay down on Hannah’s bed and gently patted her shoulder. “Mommy,” she murmured softly in her sleep. “Yes, baby, Mommy’s here,” I whispered, continuing to soothe her with a gentle touch. Though Hannah had her own room, I often found myself sleeping with her when I was stressed. The warmth of her presence brought me a comfort I couldn’t find anywhere else—a peace only her closeness could offer. For the past years, having Hannah in my life was the one thing I’d never regret. She’s the greatest gift God could have given me, though He also took something precious away—her twin brother. I unbuttoned my shirt and gazed down at my flat, fair abdomen. The scar from my caesarean section was faint, a soft pink line barely visible. Despite my fair skin, it remained noticeable, even after seven years. “I’m sorry, son. Mommy failed to protect you,” I whispered, gently tracing the scar on my abdomen. I wished I could turn back time. The same questions haunted me over and over. What if I had