When they came back down, each was carrying one of the faded beach towels they’d been wrapped in the day I found them.
They placed them gently on the kitchen table.
Emily took my hand.
“Dad…”
“Please DON’T HATE US for what you’re about to see.”
Grace nodded through tears.
“We owe you the truth.”
My heart started pounding.
With trembling hands, I unfolded the first towel.
Something fell out onto the table.
The moment I saw WHAT they had put inside…
every ounce of color drained from my face.
“Oh no…” I whispered.
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