Six Years After One of My Twin Daughters Died, My Second One Came from Her First Day at School, Saying: ‘Pack One More Lunchbox for My Sister’

Junie’s mirror image, stood by a woman in a navy coat. The woman’s face was tight, watching us.

My stomach knotted.

And then, just behind them was a woman I thought I’d never see again.

Marla, the nurse. She was older, but there was no way I’d forget those eyes. She lingered like a shadow.

I tugged gently on Junie’s hand. “Come on, you need to run along,continue reading …