I Lost My Wife the Day Our Triplets Were Born – Ten Years Later, We Found a Box Waiting on Our Porch with a Tag That Read, ‘To My Beautiful Daughters. Love, Mom’

bakery and somehow remembered every one of the girls’ birthdays, always adding three tiny frosting flowers to their cake.

Samuel was the quiet carpenter from church who handed the girls little carved animals at the town fair.

None of them were strangers.

That made the mystery feel both warmer and more painful.

“Can we open our letters?” Chloe asked.

I looked continue reading …