3 septembre 2026

On Their 18th Birthday of My Triplets

No one was there.

There was only a small brown box on the welcome mat. There wasn’t a shipping label or a stamp, just a message in black marker across the top.

« Happy Birthday, Brothers. »

My body went cold.

« Who is it? » Watson called from the kitchen.

« No one. »

I picked up the box. It was light, but something inside shifted.

Watson stepped into the hallway and read the words.

« Happy Birthday, Brothers. »

« Maybe one of the boys ordered something. »

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