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.”

promised myself I would never make them choose.

So, I swallowed the question for three years.

By the eighteenth birthday listed on their records, I had practiced losing them.

I cooked their favorites: garlic chicken and buttery mashed potatoes.

Chris dropped by with a cake and hugged them both. Andrea called too, like she did every birthday. When Chris continue reading …