tea, but I told him my mom was watching my kids.
When I mentioned the triplets, he laughed.
“You’ve got your hands full.”
“Yeah,” I said. “But they’re worth it.”
I drove home that night feeling lighter.
Like maybe the world still worked the way it was supposed to.
The next morning, loud knocking shook the front door.
It was barely past seven.
I opened it and froze.
A sheriff was standing on my porch.
My stomach dropped.
My mom came up behind me.
“Evan?” the sheriff asked.
“Yeah,” I
