My Daughter and Son-in-Law Died 2 Years Ago – Then, One Day, My Grandkids Shouted, Grandma, Look, Thats Our Mom and Dad!

Georgia was at the beach with her grandkids when they suddenly pointed toward a nearby café. Her heart skipped a beat as they shouted, “Grandma, look—that’s our mom and dad!”

Inside the café sat a couple who looked strikingly like Monica and Stephen—the daughter and son-in-law Georgia had buried two years earlier after a tragic car crash. What followed would unravel everything she thought she knew.

Grief is a fog. Some days, it’s a dull ache; other days, it knocks the breath out of you. For two years, Georgia had tried to create a life of quiet stability for her grandsons, Andy and Peter, holding their

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