I Flew in to Surprise My Son for His Birthday, I Found Him Living in His Car With His Twins Instead!

It wasn’t the car that caught my attention. It was the windows.

A Honda Civic sat near the edge of the lot, pressed up against a concrete divider, as though trying to make itself invisible. The windows were completely fogged from the inside, thick with condensation.

Anyone familiar with a Canadian winter knows what that means.

Too much breath. Too little space.

My stomach sank.

I tried not to jump to conclusions. There had to be an explanation. But my feet were already moving.

As I drew closer, the details piled up quickly and cruelly. Blankets were haphazardly shoved against the rear window. Crumpled fast-food wrappers littered the ground. A small sneaker lay sideways on the back seat floor.

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