I lost my wife the day our triplets were born—ten years later, we found a box on our porch labeled, “To my beautiful daughters. Love, Mom.”

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“How?”

That was the question, wasn’t it?

I untied the ribbon carefully.

Inside were three sealed envelopes, each with a name written across the front.

Chloe.

Linzie.

Ivy.

Inside were three sealed envelopes.

Beneath them lay a small notebook with a worn green cover.

I opened it first because I was afraid of the letters.

The first page held only one sentence.continue reading …