The father took the bracelet with trembling fingers.

The name on it made his breath disappear.

Lily.

He looked at his daughter beside him.

Then at Ethan.

“This was my baby’s bracelet.”

Ethan’s face went pale.

“My mom said it belonged to me.”

The man’s hands shook harder.

“No… Lily had a twin.”

The little girl looked up at him.

“A twin?”

His voice broke.

“The doctors told us your brother didn’t survive.”

Ethan held the paper bag tighter.

“My mom said I was found at the hospital.”

The father closed his eyes.

The fountain kept moving behind them, but the whole plaza seemed to fall silent.

“What is your mother’s name?”

Ethan swallowed.

“Nora.”

The man nearly dropped the bracelet.

Nora had been the night nurse.

The one who cried with them.

The one who disappeared two days after Lily came home.

Lily stepped closer to Ethan and whispered, “Are you my brother?”

Ethan looked scared now.

“I don’t know.”

The father knelt lower, fighting tears.

“Where is your mom working?”

Ethan pointed across the plaza toward a bakery window.

“She said not to talk to strangers. But you don’t feel like a stranger.”

The father looked through the glass.

A woman in an apron stood behind the counter.

When she saw Ethan with him, her face went white.

She dropped the tray in her hands.

The father slowly stood.

“Nora,” he whispered.

Ethan looked between them, confused.

Lily reached for his hand.

And for the first time in their lives, the twins stood side by side while the woman who had separated them began to run.