One afternoon, while Callie and Jessica were napping, my phone buzzed.
It was a text message from an unknown number.
When I opened it, my breath caught in my throat.
It was a photo of Suzie holding the twins in the hospital.
Her face looked pale but peaceful.
Below the photo was a message.
“I wish I was the type of mother they deserve. I hope you forgive me.”
My heart raced as I immediately called the number.
But it didn’t go through.
I sent message after message.
None of them delivered.
It was like shouting into an empty void.
Still, the photo reignited something inside me.
Suzie was alive.
She was out there somewhere.
And part of her still longed for us.
Even if she felt she couldn’t come back.
I refused to give up.
