The police knocked just as my son stood holding the twins his father abandoned—but what he said next changed everything and left them speechless

him numbly.

“What now?”

His eyes shifted toward the door.

Toward the hallway where Josh waited.

“The cancer isn’t what’s killing me.”

A chill spread through me.

“What?”

Derek swallowed hard.

“They poisoned me.”

I froze.

“Who?”

“Caitlin’s parents.”

I almost laughed from disbelief.

But Derek’s terror looked real.

“They found out she got pregnant at seventeen. They continue reading …