Last Friday, we celebrated their eighteenth birthday. But something felt…
off. After dinner, they went upstairs together. When they came back down, each carried one of the faded beach towels they’d been wrapped in the night I found them.
They laid them carefully on the kitchen table. Nora took my hand. “Dad…”
“Please don’t hate us after you see this.” Callie nodded through tears.
“We’ve kept something from you.” My heart began pounding. With trembling hands, I unfolded the first towel.
Something fell onto the table. The moment I saw what they’d hidden inside, all the color drained from my face.
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