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

this time.

“Please. Just wash four bottles.”

He didn’t answer.

Then I noticed the dark green duffel bag beside the stairs.

It was packed.

Not half-packed.

Zipped.

Ready.

“What is that?”

Trevor glanced toward it, and for the first time, he looked uncomfortable.

He told me his friends Wesley and Kirk were outside. They were leaving for a fishing trip they’d been continue reading …