I WENT TO PICK UP MY WIFE AND NEWBORN TWINS FROM THE HOSPITAL — I ONLY FOUND THE BABIES AND A NOTE.

I can’t explain the excitement I felt as I drove to the hospital to bring Suzie and our newborn twin daughters home. I had spent the past few days decorating the nursery, cooking a big family dinner, and planning the perfect welcome. I even picked up balloons on the way. But when I arrived, my excitement turned into confusion.

Suzie wasn’t there. I just found our two sleeping daughters and a note.

My hands shook as I unfolded it: “Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.”

I froze, rereading it over and over. What the hell did this mean? Where was Suzie?

I asked the nurse, my voice trembling. “Where’s my wife?”

“She checked out this morning,” the nurse said hesitantly. “She said you knew.”

Knew? I had no clue. I drove home with the twins, my mind racing, replaying every moment of Suzie’s pregnancy. She seemed happy — or was I blind?

When I got home, my mom was there, smiling and holding a casserole. “Oh, let me see my grandbabies!”

I pulled back. “Not yet, Mom. What did you do to Suzie?”
When I arrived at the hospital to bring home my wife and newborn twins, I was met with heartbreak: Suzie was gone, leaving only a cryptic note. As I juggled caring for the babies and unraveling the truth, I discovered the dark secrets that tore my family apart.