I spent 22 years raising my brother’s triplet daughters—what they revealed at graduation brought me to my knees

But they thought about him. I knew they did. Especially June.

When they turned eighteen, they started searching. Online records. Old family contacts. Social media. Anything.

But Daniel had vanished. No phone number. No address. Nothing.

One evening, June sat beside me on the porch.

“Do you ever hate him?” she asked.

I thought about it for a long time.

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