I WENT TO PICK UP MY
I couldn’t contain my excitement as I drove to the hospital to bring Suzie and our newborn twin daughters home. I had spent days preparing—decorating the nursery, cooking a family dinner, even picking up balloons. But when I arrived, my excitement turned to confusion. Suzie wasn’t there—just our sleeping daughters and a note. **”Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.”** My hands shook as I reread it. What did this mean? Where was Suzie? I turned to the nurse. “Where’s my wife?” “She checked out this morning,” she said hesitantly. “She said you knew.” Knew? I had no clue. I drove home, my mind racing. Had I missed something? When I got there, my mom was waiting, beaming with a casserole. “Oh, let me see my grandbabies!” I pulled back. “Not yet. What did you do to Suzie?” Her smile faded. “What?” I handed her the note. She read it, face paling. “I… I need to sit down.” We had always been close. She had been thrilled about becoming a grandmother—so why would Suzie leave this note? She sat stiffly. “I was trying to protect you. Protect the babies. But I may have gone too far.” My heart pounded. “What does that mean?” Tears welled in her eyes. “I wasn’t honest.” Cradling my daughters, I took a steadying breath
