After My Sister Died in Childbirth, I Adopted Her Triplets – Then Their Father Came Back 8 Years Later

“They’re crying,” Mrs. Hargreeve said.

“And I’ve lived next door for eight years. I’ve never seen you.”

I finally broke past the men.

“You left them. Before they were born.” I pointed at Chris as I bore down on him.

“I didn’t come here to argue.

I just need them with me for a little while.”

“For what?” Mrs. Hargreeve demanded.

His jaw tightened.

I felt the ground drop out from under me.

“You’re using them for money?

How dare you!” I said.

“Forget it! Get out of here, Chris. You’re not welcome.”

That’s when he lost control.

He lunged forward and grabbed Kaylee and Sarah by their wrists.

They screamed.

“Stop!” I shouted, rushing him.

The two men stepped in again, but this time I ducked, shoved past, and planted myself between Chris and the gate.

Kaylee and Sarah sobbed and tried to pull away from him. Ashley hit him with her tiny fists, and Biscuit ran around his legs, barking his head off.

Another voice rang out.

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