“What is this?”
He lifted a dirty T-shirt with two fingers and shrugged.
“This is all the mess you made,” he said.
“You should’ve come back sooner. Nobody’s been cleaning the apartment.”
I was so stunned I couldn’t even answer.
Then one of the babies cried.
And because I’m a mother, my body moved before my brain did.
I ran to the nursery again, trying to soothe her while the other two started fussing from the noise.
I felt pulled in every direction — physically, emotionally, mentally.
And that’s when my phone buzzed.
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