I only found the babies and a note when I went to pick up my wife and newborn twins from the hospital.
The thrill I had when I traveled to the hospital to pick up Suzie and our twin children was beyond description. I had been organizing the ideal welcome, preparing a large family meal, and decorating the nursery over the last three days. On the way, I even grabbed up balloons. When I got there, though, my enthusiasm gave way to bewilderment.
Suzie wasn’t present. I just discovered a note and our two sleeping girls.
I opened it with trembling hands and said, “Goodbye. Look after them. Find out from your mother why she treated me this way.
I froze and read it again and again. What on earth did this signify? Suzie was where?
With a quivering voice, I questioned the nurse. “Where is my wife?”
With hesitation, the nurse stated, “She checked out this morning.” “You knew,” she said.
Did you know? I didn’t know. My mind was racing as I drove home with the twins, reliving every second of Suzie’s pregnancy. Was I seeing things, or did she appear content?
My mother was beaming and carrying a casserole when I arrived home. “Oh, please let me see my grandchildren!”
I retreated. “Not just yet, mother. You did what to Suzie?
I was devastated to discover that Suzie had left a mysterious message when I arrived at the hospital to pick up my wife and the newborn twins. I learned the sinister secrets that split my family apart as I balanced taking care of the infants with discovering the truth.
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