I adopted twin baby girls I discovered wrapped in towels inside a beach changing cubicle—then, on their 18th birthday, they placed those same towels back into my hands and whispered, “Dad… we owe you the truth.”

“So, I’ll be that.”

Andrea watched me for a long moment.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’ll do the visits, the checks, and the classes. I’ll fix what needs fixing. But I won’t ask two babies to heal me.”

Her pen stopped moving.

“I don’t want them to save me, Andrea,” I said. “I want to be a home for them.”

Andrea finally wrote something down.

“Then prove continue reading …