To a woman who had just carried twins for nine months. Who had swollen ankles and sleepless nights. Who had cried when she heard their heartbeats.
I felt sick.
“She begged me not to tell you,” Mom continued. “She said it would break you. But I thought you deserved the truth.”
“There was no truth!” I shouted. “Just your suspicion!”
The babies started crying louder now. Both of them.
And in that moment, everything became clear.
Emily hadn’t left because she didn’t love us.
She left because she felt alone.
Because instead of standing beside her, I had let my mother plant doubt in our home like a weed.
I picked up my phone with shaking hands and called her.
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