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.”
“It wasn’t like that.
You couldn’t afford him.
You would have lost everything.”
“You stole our brother,” Ethan said, and put his body where the gate was.
“I called the police before I left 4th Street,” I said.
“They are in the driveway.”