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I had imagined the day I’d bring my babies home for the first time a thousand different ways. I pictured Derek standing at the hospital entrance, flowers in one hand and car seat in the other, grinning nervously but excitedly as we navigated the fragile little bundles into the backseat. I imagined the drive home, his hand reaching across the console to squeeze mine, the moment we’d walk through our front door and set our daughters—our daughters—into their crib for the first time. But that’s not what happened. Instead, on the morning I was discharged from the hospital, I sat on the edge of the hospital bed in a quiet room that smelled faintly of antiseptic and baby powder, swaddling my twin girls, Ella and Sophie, while waiting for Derek. He was running late, which wasn’t like him—at least not the man I married. Then the call came. “Hey,” Derek said quickly, not even offering a “hello.” “I can’t come. My mom’s sick—real sick. I’ve gotta take her to the hospital. I’m sorry.” His tone was clipped, distracted. Like I was interrupting something more important. I felt a strange chill run down my spine. “Are you serious? I’m getting discharged. I—I can’t carry the girls and the bags—” “I’ll explain later,” he interrupted. “I gotta go.” And then he hung up. I sat there in stunned silence. A nurse gently touched my shoulder, asking if I was okay. I nodded mechanically and arranged for a taxi. Inside, the driver tried to make small talk, but I could barely focus. Something was wrong. I didn’t know what it was, not yet—but I felt it in the pit of my stomach. When the taxi pulled up to our house—our house—I immediately saw the suitcases. Three of them, along with a diaper bag and a torn grocery sack, all haphazardly piled on the front step like forgotten luggage at a bus station. My breath caught. I stepped out of the car in slow motion, cradling the twins, my mind refusing to process what my eyes were showing me. “Derek?” I called out as I struggled up the steps. Silence. I juggled Ella and Sophie and managed to slide my house key into the lock. It didn’t turn.

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