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.”

when we kissed in the kitchen. But love makes room for fear without letting fear become the whole house. I didn’t ask June, Arthur, Nina & Samuel to raise our daughters. I only asked them to keep one small light on, in case mine went out too soon. — Cleo.”

I covered my mouth.

The girls watched me.

“Please don’t think I expected to leave you.”

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