Her Daughter And Son-In-Law Died But Their Kids Saw Them 2 Years Later

My heart stopped. There, barely thirty feet away, sat a woman with Monica’s dyed hair and graceful posture, leaning toward a man who could easily ihave been Stephan’s twin.

They were sharing a plate of fresh fruit.

“Please, watch them for a bit,” I said to Ella, urgency making my voice crack. She agreed without question, though concern filled her eyes.

“Don’t go anywhere,” I told the boys. “You can sunbathe here. Stay close to Ella, okay?”

The kids nodded and I turned toward the couple in the café.

My heart skipped a beat as they stood and walked down a narrow path lined with sea oats and wild roses. My feet moved of their own accord, following at a distance.

They walked close together, whispering, and occasionally laughing. The woman tucked her hair behind her ear exactly like Monica always had. The man had Stephan’s slight limp from his college football injury.

Then I heard them talk.

“It’s risky, but we had no choice, Emily,” the man said.

Emily? I thought. Why is he calling her Emily?

They turned down a shell-lined path toward a cottage covered in flowering grapevines.

“I know,” the woman sighed. “But I miss them… especially the boys.”

I gripped the wooden fence surrounding the cottage, my knuckles white.

It is you, I thought. But why… why would you do this?

Once they went inside the cottage, I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. The dispatcher listened patiently as I explained the impossible situation.

I stayed by the fence and listened for more proof. I couldn’t believe what was happening.