Daniel took the news even harder. When he returned home, he sat for a long time on the floor of the nursery, staring at the two cribs he had built with so much love.
That night, their home was silent again, but it was a different kind of silence. The silence before had been waiting. Now, it was fear.
But in the middle of that fear, Maria decided that her daughters’ lives would not be spent hidden behind closed walls. She did not want Lia and Laura to be remembered only as a disease. They were children, with their smiles, their bond, and their tiny habits.
There was an unexplainable connection between the twins. When one cried, the other seemed to become restless. When one slept, the other would move her hand closer. They could not speak yet, but even in their silence there was a sisterly warmth.
Outside, however,
