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’

at Cleo’s handwriting on the envelopes.

Every part of me wanted to say yes.

Every part of me wanted to say no.

“Tomorrow,” I said finally.

Linzie frowned.

“Why?”

“Because your mom waited ten years to give them to you,” I said, touching the notebook gently. “We can wait one night to understand how.”

PART 2

The next morning, I left the girls with my mother and continue reading …