For three agonizing years, I have walked through life with a hollow space in my heart where my twin daughter used to be. The grief never truly leaves you; it simply changes shape, becoming a constant, aching companion that follows you into every room. I had moved my family to a new city, desperately hoping for a fresh start for my surviving twin, Lily, and for my own shattered psyche. But on the very first day of school, a casual comment from a teacher shattered my fragile recovery and forced me to confront a ghost I thought I had finally laid to rest.
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