I WENT TO PICK UP MY WIFE AND NEWBORN TWINS FROM THE HOSPITAL — I ONLY FOUND THE BABIES AND A NOTE. I can’t explain the excitement I felt as I drove to the hospital to bring Suzie and our newborn twin daughters home. I had spent the past few days decorating the nursery, cooking a big family dinner, and planning the perfect welcome. I even picked up balloons on the way. But when I arrived, my excitement turned into confusion. Suzie wasn’t there. I just found our two sleeping daughters and a note. My hands shook as I unfolded it: “Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.” I froze, rereading it over and over. What the hell did this mean? Where was Suzie? I asked the nurse, my voice trembling. “Where’s my wife?” “She checked out this morning,” the nurse said hesitantly. “She said you knew.” Knew? I had no clue. I drove home with the twins, my mind racing, replaying every moment of Suzie’s pregnancy. She seemed happy — or was I blind? When I got home, my mom was there, smiling and holding a casserole. “Oh, let me see my grandbabies!” I pulled back. “Not yet, Mom. What did you do to Suzie?” ⬇READ MORE IN COMMENT

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?

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