You’d think bringing home your newborn twins would be one of the happiest moments of your life.
For me, it started like that.
Then I pulled into my driveway… and felt my stomach drop.
My suitcases and baby bags were scattered across the lawn.
Even the crib mattress was outside like trash.
And when I tried my key, the lock didn’t budge.
I stared at the front door, holding two tiny car seats, still sore from delivery, trying to convince myself I was misunderstanding what I was seeing.
Then I saw a note taped to one of the bags.
“Get out of here with your little moochers! I know everything. — Derek.”
My husband’s name on that paper didn’t feel real.
And the timing was almost too cruel to process.
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