My Wife Said Nothing — Just Left Our Babies and a Note. The Reason? I Ignored Important Sign (2 of 5)

The nurse looked confused when I asked for my wife. She motioned toward the room, mumbling something about how I “must’ve known.” I didn’t understand what she meant… until I walked in.

There were the twins, sleeping soundly. No Margaret.

Just a letter on the bedside table.

I stared at it for too long, like opening it would make everything real. My hands shook as I unfolded it.

“Goodbye.
Take good care of them.
Ask your mother what she did to me.”

That was it.

No “I love you,” no explanation. Just a gut-punch in three short lines.

I stood there, numb. The nurse tried to speak, but her voice sounded like static. Margaret had left “this morning,” she said. Told them I was aware. But I wasn’t.

I don’t remember the drive home—only that my knuckles were white on the steering wheel and the twins, somehow, slept through it all. No cries. No coos. Just silence. A silence that had followed me from that hospital room like a shadow.

And then there was my mother.

Standing on the porch with a glass of red wine in one hand and a casserole dish in the other. Her smile wide, proud. Like today was just another family milestone.