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

“I want you to come home to us, Jyll. Please.”

“I know,” she said, and her voice cracked. “But I can’t. Not yet. I need to get back to myself first. I want to come back… as a better version of me. Not as the shell I was.”

“But I can’t. Not yet.”

“We’ll wait for you, Jyll,” I promised.

“You’re a good dad,” she added. “And thank you for choosing our girls. And for choosing me, even now.”

“I’ll keep choosing you.”

***

Three days later, a package arrived with no return address. Inside: two sets of velvet scrunchies, two sets of crayons, and a selfie of Jyll sitting at the beach, smiling.

Three days later, a package arrived.

“Thank you for seeing me, Zach. I’ll send things to the girls whenever I can. I’m trying my hardest. I hope I can come home soon.

— J.”

I folded the note and whispered my wife’s name like a promise.

This time, I’d be the one waiting at home — porch light on.

“I hope I’ll be home to you soon.”

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