PART 1: THE ULTIMATUM
At twenty-two, I believed my future was already decided.
I had a fiancé named Elliot, a small apartment crowded with wedding magazines, and parents who still mailed me care packages filled with my father’s badly baked cookies. Elliot and I had been together since high school. He proposed on my parents’ back porch and promised we would stay together forever.
My five-year-old twin brothers adored him. They called him “Ellie,” chased him around the yard, and begged him to play with them whenever he visited.
My mother once watched them laughing through the kitchen window and said,
“That’s a good man, sweetheart. Hold on to him.”
I planned to.
Then one phone call destroyed the life I thought I had.
A police officer told me my parents had been killed in a car accident. My brothers had survived, but they were injured and being treated at the hospital.
I collapsed onto the floor.
During the drive, Elliot placed his hand on my knee.
“Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
The twins survived with bruises, stitches, and nightmares. When a social worker asked whether I would become their legal guardian, I answered without hesitation.
“I’m their sister. They’re coming home with me.”
I signed every document placed in front of me.
When I left the office, Elliot was waiting in the hallway, staring at his phone. He hugged me briefly before asking,
“So, what does this mean for the wedding?”
I stared at him.
“My parents just died.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I only mean that we have a lot to figure out.”
I convinced myself grief had made him sound selfish.
After the boys were released, I took them home, made grilled-cheese sandwiches, and let them sleep beside me. As I watched their small chests rise and fall, I promised I would never allow anyone to take them away.
A few days later, the guardianship became official.
Elliot entered the house, tossed his keys on the table, and looked at the folder containing the signed papers.
“Everything went through?”
“Yes. I’m officially their guardian.”
He leaned against the doorway.
“This is temporary, right? You’ll find another arrangement before the wedding?”
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