My Daughter Walked Out Right After the Triplets Were Born – 20 Years Later, She Came Back, and What My Granddaughters Did Split Our Lives Into

“You did,” I said.

My voice sounded strange.

“You absolutely did.”

Rose came closer. “Grandpa, we weren’t trying to betray you.”

I nodded.

“You absolutely did.”

But inside, I was back in that hospital hallway, watching Lisa walk away.

Only this time, I was afraid the girls were walking toward her.

“Did she ask about me?” I said.

Nobody answered.

That told me enough.

I rinsed a clean plate because my hands needed something to do.

“Did she ask about me?”

May touched my arm.

“Are you mad?”

“No.”

“Then what are you?”

I shut off the water.

“Scared.”

The word surprised all four of us.

“Are you mad?”

I had raised three babies on nearly nothing.

But nothing scared me like the thought that I had only been keeping someone else’s place warm.

Rose’s eyes filled.

“Grandpa, no.”

“If Lisa wants to come back,” I said, before I lost my nerve, “she doesn’t do it through packages.”

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