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.”

leaving you.”

“Then what is it?”

“Open it,” Emily said.

I unfolded the towel.

Something slipped from the folds and landed between us.

Three plane tickets.

Three seats.

“No,” I whispered.

Grace said, “We leave in three days.”

“We haven’t been back there in 18 years.”

“We know,” Emily said.

“Babysitting. Tutoring. Dog walking. Weekend shifts once we were old enough,continue reading …