Trace was older by two minutes. And she never let Chance forget it.
Not that anyone could forget those two minutes.
Their mother burst into joyful tears as Trace emerged, red-faced and wailing. Their father sat by his wife’s shoulder, running his gloved fingers over her cheeks.
They tried to take Trace away, but something hel…
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