After years of waiting, Emily had gorgeous triplet daughters. However, her husband aborted them the next day, alleging the babies were abused.
As I took in my three daughters, my heart swelled. Sophie, Lily, and Grace were miracles—perfect. I waited years for them, hoping, praying, and waiting.
They were sleeping in their bassinets, their small faces calm. I wiped a tear from my face, overwhelmed by my love for them.
Jack appeared when I looked up. He returned from errands to find things wrong. His face was pallid. He wouldn’t look at me or approach. He stood near the entrance as if he didn’t want to be there.
“Jack?” Patting my bedside chair, I whispered quietly. Come sit with me. Look, they’re here. We succeeded.”
Jack said, “Yeah…they’re beautiful,” without looking at the girls. He got closer but wouldn’t look at me.
