One of My Triplet Sons Died Shortly After Birth — Then, on Their 18th Birthday, I Found a Gift Box on My Doorstep Labeled “Happy Birthday, Brothers.”
Eleanor’s dark wave of hair.
Ethan and Leo’s hazel eyes.
I sat before my knees could argue with the floor.
“Julian?”
He looked up with a fear I recognized from hospital corridors.
He took out a silver chain like the ones I had given the twins at sixteen.