My Wife Vanished and Left Me with Our Twins – Her Note Said to Ask My Mom

I kicked off my shoes and rounded the corner into the living room, already halfway toward calling Jyll’s cell.

But someone was there, in the living room already — it was Mikayla, the babysitter. She stood awkwardly by the armchair, phone in hand, her expression somewhere between concerned and apologetic.

She looked up as I entered.

“Zach, I was about to call you,” she said.

But someone was there, in the living room already.

“Why?” I asked, taking two steps forward. “Where’s Jyll?”

She nodded toward the couch. Emma and Lily, our six-year-old twins, were curled up beside each other. Their shoes were still on, their backpacks were strewn onto the floor beside them.

“Jyll called me around four,” Mikayla said. “She asked if I could come by because she said she needed to take care of something. I thought it was just errands or something…”

“Where’s Jyll?”

“Emma, Lily, what’s going on?”

I knelt in front of the girls.

“Mom said goodbye, Daddy,” Emma said, blinking slowly. “She said goodbye forever.”

“What do you mean, forever? Did she say that?!”

Lily nodded, not looking at me, but her eyebrows were furrowed.

“She took her suitcases.”

“She said goodbye forever.”

“And she hugged us, Daddy. For a long time. And she cried.”

“And she said you’d explain it to us,” Lily added. “What does that mean?”

I looked up at Mikayla. Her lips were trembling.

“I didn’t know what to do. They’ve been like this since I got here. I tried to talk to them, but… Look, Jyll was already out the door when I walked in. So, I don’t know —”

“She said you’d explain it to us.”

I stood, heart pounding now, and walked to the bedroom.

The closet told me everything. Jyll’s side was bare. Her favorite sweater — the fluffy pale blue one she wore when she was down with a cold — was gone.