I’m 25M. Six months ago, my mom died in a car accident. My twin sisters, Lily and Maya — only TEN — were suddenly mine. Overnight, I became a dad, a provider, a protector. My fiancée, Jenna, moved in and said she wanted to “help.” She braided hair. Packed lunches. Kissed me on the cheek and whispered, “I finally have TWO little sisters of my own.” I believed her. Last Tuesday, I came home early. And what I heard almost made me drop to my knees. Her voice — FROZEN. “Girls, you are NOT staying her