Six months ago, I was a 25-year-old structural engineer juggling deadlines, an engagement, and a wedding checklist I pretended to care about. Life felt steady, predictable. My mom, Naomi, sent me reminders to take vitamins and forwarded grocery lists as if I were still sixteen. My fiancée, Jenna, spent her evenings planning baby names we hadn’t even agreed to try for yet.
I Became Guardian of My Twin Sisters After Mom Died, My Fiance Pretended to Love Them Until I Heard What She Really Said
