Zane’s face lost all its color.
And in that terrible moment, I understood that my son’s silence had never been empty.
It had been guarding something.
Eight Years of Silence
Jeremy and his twin sister, Janice, had entered the world eleven minutes apart. From their first days together, they seemed connected in a way no one else could fully understand.
As babies, they cried when they were placed in separate cribs. As toddlers, they created their own games and unfinished sentences. By the time they were five, they could communicate with a glance across a crowded room.
They shared toys, secrets, snacks, and dreams.
They even slept more peacefully when their beds were in the same room.
Then Zane took them to the lake.
Only Jeremy returned.
Zane told me Janice had lost her footing near the water. He said the rocks were slippery and the current was stronger than it appeared. According to him, she had fallen before he could reach her.
He jumped into the water.
