I Went to Pick Up My Wife and Newborn Twins from the Hospital, I Found Only the Babies and a Note

Driving to the hospital, I couldn’t contain my excitement. Balloons bobbed beside me, and I smiled at the thought of reuniting my family. Suzie had endured so much during the pregnancy—she deserved to come home to a nursery filled with love and the dinner I’d prepared. But when I entered her room, I froze. My daughters were sleeping soundly in their bassinets, but Suzie was nowhere to be found. A note lay on the table, its words chilling: “Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.”

At the house, my mother Mandy greeted me, beaming and holding a casserole dish. Her joy turned to alarm when I thrust the note at her. “What did you do?” I demanded. She faltered, claiming innocence, but I couldn’t shake my suspicions. My mother had always been critical of Suzie, but had she truly gone so far as to drive her away?