His smile was wider too.
“Where are the babies?”
I sat at the kitchen table with my wedding ring beside a folder.
“They’re safe.”
Ryan dropped the suitcase handle.
“Shannon, where are Luna, Soleil, and Bodhi?”
“Where are the babies?”
I closed the folder and looked at the man who had spent five days telling everyone online that he’d finally earned some peace.
“They’re home.”
His face tightened.
“This is their home.”
“No,” I said. “This is where I raised them alone while you slept in the next room.”
“They’re home.”
He stared at me.
Then he looked past me at the almost-empty house.
That was when he finally understood something had happened while he was gone.
***
But it had started six months earlier.
After five years of fertility treatments, I got pregnant with triplets.
Ryan cried when we heard the third heartbeat.
