My wife LEFT OUR TRIPLETS 21 years ago for another man. On their 21st birthday, three velvet BOXES showed up at our house, but they came with one condition.
My wife walked out when our triplet daughters were only six months old.
There was no custody fight.
No scheduled visits.
Nothing except a note stuck to the refrigerator with a souvenir magnet:
“I’m sorry.
Brandon makes me feel alive.
You’ll manage, you always do.”
You’ll manage.
Three babies.
Three cribs.
Three fevers hitting at the same time.
