They weren’t supposed to be mine. But I chose them — every single day. My name is Silas Monroe. The twins are Bram and Elara. They were born the day I lost my sister. Two babies, no plan, no time to think. I dropped the life I knew and stayed. From that moment on, it was us. I learned bottles at night, school mornings, scraped knees, and how to braid hair before picture day. They called me Uncle Dad. I never corrected them. Some people judged my tattoos and....