My husband left me alone with our 6-month-old twins for a fishing trip with his friends — he came home smiling, but his smile vanished the moment he opened the door

on the nursery rug with one baby asleep against my chest and the other stretched across my legs.

I hadn’t eaten dinner.

My back hurt.

I needed the bathroom but was too afraid moving would wake them both.

I picked up my phone.

No message from Trevor asking whether the girls were okay.

There was, however, a new photo on social media.

Trevor stood beside a lake continue reading …