Epilogue (Kellan)

Hearing my mother’s story broke something in me. Not a clean break—but a long crack, jagged and deep, like glass under pressure. Every word she spoke carried a weight I wasn’t prepared for. The heartache she endured—alone, bleeding, terrified—was carved into every breath she took while telling it. And when she finally admitted that I was supposed to be a twin, that my twin did not survive the suff