The hospital room was quiet except for the soft cooing of two newborns. Marcus Cray sat on a stiff plastic chair, cradling his twin daughters in each arm. Their skin was pale, eyes sky blue, and their wispy hair glowed golden beneath the overhead light. They looked nothing like him. Yet in that moment, they were his entire world.
His wife, Hannah, hadn’t said much since the delivery. She had turned her face toward the wall, unmoved, even when the nurses placed the girls in her arms.
Three days later, Marcus returned home from his shift at the auto shop to find the apartment door ajar. Hannah was gone. So was their savings account, the emergency money, even his old watch. All that remained were two bassinets, half a can of formula, and a neighbor shaking her head, saying, “She left with some man in a fancy white car. Marcus sat on the couch with both babies on his chest and wept until morning. He named them Lily and June. He didn’t know why she left, but he refused to let her absence define the girls’ lives. He would give them everything she took and more. But the world didn’t make it easy. Everywhere he went, people stared. At daycare, at the clinic, in the park, he’d hear whispers: “Are they adopted?” or “Where’s their mother?” He got used to……Read Full Story Here………………………….
