Stefan's face had turned pale.
I pointed at Mark.
"You told me he had died."
I know.
"You make me mourn a living child."
I know.
"They saw how for eight years I believed that my baby was buried somewhere."
Finally, tears streamed down my cheeks.
"And he was alive the whole time."
Mark started to cry.
"I was afraid."
What is it about?
He looked at me.
"What would happen if you found out?"
Because?
He did not answer.
I grabbed his jacket.
BECAUSE?
Mark glanced over at the boys.
Then he whispered:
"Because Stefan should never have been born."
I froze.
The?
Laura suddenly stepped forward.
"That's not the whole truth."
Mark looked at her in horror.
– Laura.
She shook her head.
"You have lied enough."
Then he turned to me.
“Emma…”
Her voice failed her.
“There was another woman in the hospital that night.”
My breath caught in my throat.
“WHO?”
Laura looked at Mark.
"He knows her."
“WHO?”
Mark's face turned chalk white.
Laura whispered the name.
And the moment I heard it, something even more terrible became clear to me.
I knew that name too.
It belonged to someone who disappeared from our lives eight years ago.
Someone I trusted.
Someone who had stood outside my hospital room the night my twins were born.
Someone had told me everything would be alright.
Someone who never told me that my second baby was still alive.
Here comes part 3, which brings the mystery to a dramatic and emotional conclusion by uniting the twins, Mark's betrayal, and the secret of the hospital.
Part
Step 3 of the writing process – The truth we buried
The name escaped Laura's lips like a whisper.
"Rebecca".
I stopped breathing.
Rebecca.
My younger sister.
For eight years I had believed Rebecca was simply the person who had helped Mark during the worst days of my life.
