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.”

I keep the sound of three candles going out at once.

I do not keep the habit of calling my mother when I am afraid.

Fear used to dial her number.

Now it dials Caleb, or the boys, or no one, which is also a skill.

If you came from Part 1, you already know the knock, the box, the line about Grandma.

If you stayed through Part 2, you already heard the recording in the bedroom.