I Never Married Because I Raised My Brother’s Twin Sons Alone What They Did After They Turned 18 Left Me Speechless2

Soon, the house was full of warm voices and the smell of garlic bread.

Mason wore a navy blazer, and Noah kept tugging at his collar.

“Stop fidgeting,” I told him, smoothing the fabric across his shoulders.

“Aunt, please,” Noah said, stepping back. “I’m eighteen now. You don’t have to fuss.”

Something in his voice felt off, but I pushed the feeling aside.