When I arrived at the hospital to bring my wife and newborn twins home, my heart was full of anticipation. Instead, I was met with a devastating shock: Suzie was gone.
All that remained was a cryptic note, and as I cared for my daughters while unraveling the mystery, I uncovered secrets that shattered my world.
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.”Confusion turned to panic.
What could my mother have done? Suzie had seemed happy—hadn’t she?
I demanded answers from the nurses, but they said she’d checked out that morning, claiming I knew. Trembling, I carried my daughters home, my mind racing.
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?
