The day I was supposed to bring my wife and newborn twin daughters home from the hospital was meant to be the happiest day of my life. Instead, I walked into a nightmare.
As I drove to the hospital, my heart raced with excitement. The car was packed with pink balloons, a carefully prepared welcome-home dinner was waiting on the table, and the nursery was set up perfectly—everything was ready to start our new chapter as a family.
But when I arrived at the hospital room, I froze.
The bassinets were there. My daughters were sleeping peacefully. But Suzie—my wife, my love, the mother of my children—was gone.
Then I saw the note.
“Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.”
I read it once. Then twice. My vision blurred as my hands tightened around the crumpled paper.
Suzie was gone.
