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

him to repaint the kitchen.

“I just got home.”

“I know. I’ve been here since five this morning.”

“You’ve been home all day.”

That sentence had become one of his favorites.

I looked down at Sadie’s wet cheeks and then toward June, who had started crying harder.

“Yes. With two babies.”

Trevor grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

I asked again, quieter continue reading …