I Lost My Twins During Childbirth – But One Day I Saw Two Girls Who Looked Exactly Like Them in a Daycare With Another Woman
“How did she even find this place?”
Pete stared at her. “Find them? What are you talking about?”
“She’s their mother! Maybe it’s time they went back to her.”
I froze in disbelief. “What did you say?”
Alice finally looked directly at me. “Those girls… they’re yours. The daughters you were told died.”
“Alice, stop,” Pete snapped quickly. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The way he said it told me he was afraid.
“Those girls… they’re yours.”
I looked from Alice to Pete. Something was very, very wrong.
Then I pulled out my phone and held it up so he could see the screen.
“Pete, you have about 30 seconds to start telling me the truth. If you don’t, the next call I make is to the police. Are those girls my daughters?”
Pete scoffed nervously. “Don’t be ridiculous, Camila. Those aren’t your daughters.”
Something was very, very wrong.
He denied it.
I stared at him for another second, then lowered my eyes to the phone in my hand and tapped the screen.
“Wait!” Pete shouted, lunging forward. “Camila, stop!”
My thumb hovered over the green call button.
“Please,” he begged. “Don’t do this. I’ll tell you everything.”
He denied it.
