Xander
The man struggled to speak, his body shaking as if the words themselves were a burden too heavy to bear. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the way his spirit seemed to be crumbling under the weight of whatever truth he was hiding.
Finally, he began to speak, his voice strained and halting. "She… she… she is a twin…" he managed to say, the words coming out in a stuttered rush. I frowned, trying to make sense of what he was telling me.
“My late wife was a midwife,” he continued, his voice barely more than a whisper. “We didn’t have children of our own.
One day, she was asked to help a stranded couple give birth. Their car had broken down, and they couldn’t make it back to their settlement in time. They were in the middle of nowhere, desperate for help.
My wife started aski
