I held the other two badly.
“This is impossible,” I said.
“Yes.”
“I cannot do this.”
“Probably not.”
I stared at her.
“That isn’t helpful.”
“You don’t need reassurance. You need another bottle.”
By sunrise, my apartment looked as though a storm had passed through it.
Blankets covered the floor.
Three bottles stood beside the sink.
I had formula on my shirt.
Maisie was asleep against my chest.
Family services arrived that afternoon.
A caseworker named Marla Dane explained that Callan had abandoned his children and would be reported missing.
Temporary placement could be arranged immediately.
The triplets might be placed together if a suitable home could be found, but there were no guarantees.
“Together?” I asked.
“We would try.”
“Try?”
“Three infants are difficult to place.”
Liora began crying from Mrs. Fenwick’s arms.
Carys answered from the borrowed basket we had turned into a temporary bed.
Maisie woke against me.
All three cries filled the apartment.
The caseworker waited.
“What would I have to do to keep them here?”
Mrs. Fenwick looked at me sharply.
Marla studied my face.
“Temporarily?”
“For as long as they need.”
“You understand that this is not babysitting.”
“Yes.”
“You will need a larger place, background checks, home inspections, childcare arrangements, legal hearings—”
“What forms do I sign?”
Mrs. Fenwick closed her eyes.
Later, she told me that was the moment she realized arguing would be useless.
The next several months were a blur.
Finch & Nail Hardware belonged to an elderly man named Emmett Crow.
When I explained what had happened, he stared at me over his glasses.
“You intend to raise three babies above my shop?”
“I intend to try.”
“That ceiling is thin.”
“I know.”
He grumbled for several minutes.
Then he handed me the keys to the empty storage room behind my apartment.
“You can knock through the wall.”
“I can’t afford the rent.”
“I didn’t mention rent.”
Emmett never admitted that he had become attached to the girls.
He simply began leaving boxes of diapers near the stairs.
Mrs. Fenwick watched them while I worked.
At night, I repaired locks and sharpened tools for extra money.
The girls slept in three mismatched cribs donated by customers.
For their first birthday, I stayed awake after midnight writing in a notebook.
