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

“I’ve called 911,” Simone said, phone in hand. “Police are on the way.”

Chris’s face drained of color.

The two large men exchanged a look. One swore under his breath.

“This wasn’t the deal,” one of them muttered.

They turned and ran.

Chris tried to follow, but Simone stopped him.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

She ran for the gate just as Chris did, but she reached it first. She pulled it shut and held it shut.

Chris ducked to the side, hoping to vault the picket fence perhaps, but by that time, I was there.

Sirens sounded in the distance.

Getting closer.

Chris looked at me, and for just a second, I saw something like regret. Or maybe fear.

“You don’t understand,” he said.

“I understand perfectly.

You’re exactly who I always knew you were.”

When the police arrived, the neighbors spoke over each other. Pointing. Explaining.

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