I thought the hardest part of being a teen mom would be the sleepless nights, the bills, or watching other kids live the life I lost—but I was wrong. Sixteen years later, after I’d spent my whole adulthood building a stable home for my twin sons, they walked through our front door from their college program and sat down like they were about to deliver a verdict. The rain was pounding the windows, my diner uniform was still damp, and the silence in the room felt heavier than any double shift. Then Liam said the words that made my stomach...
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