I CAME HOME WITH MY NEWBORN TWINS TO FIND THE LOCKS CHANGED AND A NOTE.
I had just been discharged from the hospital after giving birth to my twin girls, Ella and Sophie. My husband, Derek, was supposed to pick us up, But at the last minute, he called.
“Mom’s really unwell. I need to take her to the hospital. I can’t pick you up,” he said, sounding rushed.
Disappointed but trying to stay calm, I called a taxi.
When I got home, I froze. My suitcases and bags were dumped on the doorstep. I approached the door, calling, “Derek?” but there was no answer.
I tried my key—it didn’t work. The locks had been changed. My stomach dropped. That’s when I saw the NOTE taped to one of the bags.
The note was hastily written, its scrawled letters betraying no compassion.
