Our daughter's twin died at nine days old and we let her believe she was born alone — at her eighteenth my husband carried something out of the garage and said he had started it the night her sister died.
Halley and Posy were born on the ninth of September, 2007.
Posy was eleven minutes younger. Six pounds one.
We brought them home on the tenth, and she died in the night of the eighteenth.
The coroner wrote SIDS. Which means nobody did anything wrong.
Which turned out to be the hardest part of the whole thing, and it took me about eleven years to be able to say that out loud.
I took the second cot apart myself while Russ was at the funeral home.
I had it in pieces against the garage wall before he got back. It took me about forty minutes and I did it with a screwdriver in my dressing gown.
