You Chose Us

Tears spilled from William's eyes, his expression more sincere than the words he had just thrown at Evelyn. Though it was dark, she could see the moisture in his rare brown eyes, his eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly as he tried to control his outburst.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Evelyn asked in confusion, her voice barely above a whisper. She was terrified of where this conversation might lead. Was her worst fear coming true, or was there something even more devastating that could crush her heart further? Being swapped at birth was endurable, but being brought in to replace a dead child, to save a family's status—that thought was unbearable.