Just like that, the air changed.
Eighteen years after he walked out of a hospital room and left me alone with two newborns, I discovered something I wasn’t prepared for—
The worst day of my life hadn’t been what I thought it was.
My husband left me the same day our surrogate gave birth to our twin daughters.
For eighteen years, I believed it was all simple. Cruel. Definite.
He didn’t love us.
