After years of fighting to become a mother, I thought raising triplets would be the hardest thing I ever faced. Then my husband told me I hadn’t earned a break and left for the beach. While he relaxed, I made one call that changed what he came home to.
Ryan stopped in the kitchen doorway with one hand still wrapped around his suitcase.
His tan was darker than when he’d left. His smile was wider too.
Then he noticed the silence.
- No bottles drying beside the sink.
- No folded blankets on the couch.
- No baby swing humming in the corner.
- The three high chairs were gone.
His smile vanished.
His smile was wider too.
“Where are the babies?”
I sat at the kitchen table with my wedding ring beside a folder.
“They’re safe.”
Ryan dropped the suitcase handle.
“Shannon, where are Luna, Soleil, and Bodhi?”
“Where are the babies?”
I closed the folder and looked at the man who had spent five days telling everyone online that he’d finally earned some peace.
