The next morning, I made a decision.
After breakfast and baths, I buckled the twins into their seats and followed the address I’d typed into Google Maps. It was an hour away, on the outskirts of town.
Risky? Yes. Possibly a waste of gas? Also yes.
But I had to know.
We drove down a quiet road lined with oak trees. And then I saw it.
A small white house with green shutters. The grass was overgrown. A weathered “For Sale” sign leaned against the fence.
My heart pounded as I parked.
“Whose house is this, Daddy?” Bella asked.
“Is this our new house?” Lily added.
“I don’t know, my angels. Please wait here for Daddy.”
I approached the door, glancing around nervously. I slid the key into the lock.
It turned.
