After years of yearning, Emily’s dream came true: she had beautiful triplet daughters. But a day later, her husband left, saying the babies were cursed.
I gazed at my three girls. Sophie, Lily, and Grace were perfect. I’d waited long, hoping and praying.
They slept in their bassinets, faces serene. I wiped a tear, loving them deeply.
Then I saw Jack. He’d run errands. He was pale, avoiding my eyes, staying by the door.
“Jack?” I said softly, patting the chair. “Come sit. Look, our daughters are here.”
“Yeah, they’re beautiful,” he mumbled, barely looking. He moved closer but still not at me.
“Jack,” I said, voice shaking. “What’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”