Six months ago, my biggest concerns were work deadlines and planning my wedding. I was a 25-year-old engineer with a fiancée, a future honeymoon, and a mom who checked in constantly. Everything felt normal—until the day my mom was killed by a driver running a red light. Overnight, I became the only parent my 10-year-old twin sisters, Lily and Maya, had left.
I abandoned wedding plans, moved back into my mom’s house, and tried to build a stable life for the girls. My fiancée, Jenna, moved in to “help,” and at first, she seemed like a blessing. She packed lunches, braided hair, and soothed nightmares. The twins adored her, and I thought my mom would have too.....
