Seventeen years after my wife walked out on our newborn twin sons, she showed up on our doorstep minutes before their graduation — older, hollow-eyed, and calling herself “Mom.” I wanted to believe she’d changed, but the truth behind her return hit harder than her leaving ever did.My wife, Vanessa, and I were young and broke in that normal newlywed way when we discovered she was pregnant. We were over the moon.When the ultrasound tech told us she’d picked up two heartbeats, we were shocked. Still happy, but caught off guard.We prepared for the twins as best we could, but it wasn’t enough.
Logan and Luke came into the world healthy, loud, and absolutely perfect. This is it, I thought, gripping them both gently. This is my whole world now.Vanessa… well, she didn’t look like she felt the same.At first, I thought she was just struggling to adjust. Being pregnant is one thing, but having a baby to care for is another, right? And we had TWO.But as weeks passed, something started to shut down.
