All I had left were two tiny babies, a shattered future I no longer understood, and a message that pointed to my mother.
When I pulled into our driveway, I saw my mom, Mandy, waiting on the porch. She was smiling brightly and holding a casserole dish.
The smell of cheesy potatoes drifted toward me, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside my chest.
“Oh, let me see my grandbabies!” she said excitedly, setting the dish down and hurrying toward me. “They’re beautiful, Ben, absolutely beautiful.”
I instinctively stepped back, holding the car seat closer to my body.
“Not yet, Mom.”
Her smile faltered.
Confusion creased her forehead.
“What’s wrong?”
I shoved the note toward her.
“This is what’s wrong! What did you do to Suzie?”
The color drained from her face as she took the note with trembling fingers. Her pale blue eyes moved slowly across the words.
