I Came Home With a Prosthetic Leg and Found My Newborn Twins Abandoned. Three Years Later, a Document Led Me to My Ex-Wife’s Door

Victor glanced at Brenda, then nodded.

We moved through the house accompanied by their moving coordinator, checking the rooms that were scheduled to be vacated.

The place was impressive, with wide windows and a staircase curving toward a second-floor landing.

But many rooms were already bare.

Stacked boxes stood in the dining room.

White squares on the walls marked where paintings had hung.