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

My heart didn’t stop.

It plummeted.

I wiped a patch of the glass clear and peered inside.

Michael was slumped in the driver’s seat, his shoulders curled, jaw clenched even in sleep. He looked thinner than I remembered. Not just in body. Something heavier had drained him.

Then I saw the back seat.

Curled up together under a single heavy blanket were my grandsons, Nathan and Oliver. Their bodies were pressed together for warmth, faces pale, shoes still on.

Children only sleep with their shoes on when they’re afraid they’ll be told to move.

My hands began to tremble.

I knocked on the window, hard.

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