Married to myself

happened?" she shrieked, her voice raw with pain. I couldn't speak. The words were lodged in my throat, choked by the

ed tones, words that shattered our world, leaving us

crushing me, stealing my breath. If I hadn't been there, if I hadn't been born, Papa wouldn't have left. Mama wouldn't have had so many mouths to feed. Miracle and Miranda would still be ali

memory of their laughter echoing in my ears. I rushed to Mama, my lips moving, forming the words "I'm so sorry," but I knew they were empty, meaningless against the enormity of

lat, devoid of emotion. "I'll handle the... arrangements." The word hung in the air, heavy with unspoken sorrow. I wanted to stay with he

istance was a knife twisting in my gut. Each step was a monumental effort, the weight of my guilt pressing down on me, stealing my

by an unnerving silence that screamed louder than any wail. My younger siblings, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, looke

ry that mirrored my own, sat closest to me. She had practically raised Miracle and Miranda, her love for them fierce and