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”

those doing out?”

Emily laid the white towel on the table. Grace placed the pink one beside it.

“Dad,” Emily said, “please don’t hate us for what you’re about to see.”

“Hate you? Why would I hate you?”

Grace’s chin trembled.

“For three years, we’ve been lying to you,” Grace said.

My hand tightened around the chair.

“Lying about what?”

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