He took a breath and said, “Emily, I don’t think we can keep them.”
I felt the floor fall. “What?” I choked. “They’re our daughters!”
He winced and looked away. “My mom saw a fortune teller,” he whispered.
I blinked. “A fortune teller? Jack, you can’t be serious.”
“She said these babies… our girls… they’d bring bad luck. Ruin my life. Be the reason I die.”
I gasped. “Jack, that’s crazy. They’re just babies!”
He looked down, scared. “My mom trusts her. She’s been right before. She’s sure this time.”
I got angry. “So you’ll abandon them because of a stupid prediction? Leave them here?”
He paused, guilt in his eyes. “If you take them home, fine. But I won’t be there. Sorry, Emily.”