“Kyla, what happened?” Spencer asked. I sat down on the couch and stared out the window.
“She’s dead, Spencer. They delivered the twins, but she didn’t make it.” My chin started to quiver and my eyesight went blurry. Big, wet tears dropped onto the sleeves of my shirt. Spencer just watched me for a while, and finally he hugged me. I heard him sniffle a few times and realized that he was crying, too.
“Come stay at my house, okay? You and all the kids. Bring all the money you have and come stay with us. My mother will take you to pick up the kids tomorrow, okay?” he said. He kissed me, and then spoke again. “Everything will be okay, I promise.”
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