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”

and Father’s Day cards.

Near the back, an envelope slipped out.

Sarah’s photo was inside.

“Where did you get this?”

“You dropped your wallet when we were fifteen,” Emily said. “I snapped a copy before you grabbed the photo back.”

“Is that why you never talked about her?” Grace asked. “Because it hurts too much?”

I pushed the chair back.

“I was trying to continue reading …