I Raised My 3-Year-Old Twin Brothers After Our Parents Abandoned Us in the Church – 14 Years Later, They Returned and Made a Demand I’ll Never Forget
Brian sat beside me. Cody stayed standing for a second, glanced back once, then looked at me with that steady face he gets when he’s already made up his mind.
“We already have a family, Bee,” he said.
I let out a breath so slow it almost hurt. “You didn’t owe me that,” I said.
“We already have a family, Bee.”
Brian frowned. “Owe you what?”
“Choosing me.”
“That’s not what happened,” he replied.
Cody sat on the other side, close enough that our shoulders brushed. “We chose the truth.”
I stood and turned back toward the two people still waiting near the fountain. Then I approached them with my brothers beside me.
“You heard them,” I said.
My mother looked stricken. “Bianca, you’re turning them against us.”
Brian laughed once. “No one had to turn us anywhere.”
“We chose the truth.”
My father tried one last push. “They’re minors. This isn’t up to them.”
“No,” I snapped. “This is up to the people who stayed.”
