I took in twin baby girls I discovered wrapped in towels inside a beach changing cubicle—and on their 18th birthday, they gave me those same towels back and whispered, “Dad… We Owe You the Truth”

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“Which one?”

“They need safety,” I said. “So, I’ll be that.”

Andrea watched me for a long moment.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’ll do the visits, the checks, and the classes. I’ll fix what needs fixing. But I won’t ask two babies to heal me.”

Her pen stopped moving.

“I don’t want them to save me, Andrea,” I said. “I want to be a home for them.”

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