07/12/2025
I went to pick up my wife and our twins from the maternity ward — she was gone, and only a note remained.
I was overwhelmed with joy as I drove to the hospital to bring Lina and our twin daughters home.
For days, I had been preparing for their return: the babies’ room was ready, a celebratory meal was already simmering, and I had even picked up some balloons on the way.
But the moment I arrived, everything fell apart.
Lina was gone.
Only our two little girls were peacefully sleeping, and beside them… a letter.
With trembling hands, I opened the note.
“Goodbye. Take good care of them. Ask your mother what she did to me.”
I stood there speechless, unable to comprehend.
Still in shock, I turned to the nurse:
“My wife… where is she?”
She hesitated before answering:
“She left this morning. She said you were aware.”
But I knew nothing.
I brought the twins home, my heart heavy and my mind racing with questions.
Throughout the pregnancy, Lina had seemed happy… or so I thought.
When I arrived home, my mother was waiting, beaming, a casserole in hand.
“Let me see my granddaughters!”
I froze, staring at her.
“Not now, Mom. What did you do to Lina?”
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