Three days after I gave birth to twins, my husband showed up with his mistress and divorce papers. “Take $3 million and sign it. I only want the kids.” I signed… and disappeared that night. By morning, he realized something was terribly wrong.

shaky, pathetic laugh escaped me. “I seriously doubt thirty seconds is going to cover this.”

“Then take forty-five.”

That was the magic of Janet. She always knew precisely how much grace to offer before demanding I find my spine.

We hauled the car seats inside. Janet had already transformed her spare bedroom. A borrowed bassinet sat in the corner. A folding continue reading …