Ever since my twins were born, I’d struggled to keep track of things, but something about my keys going missing didn’t make sense. When I locked myself out of my apartment again, I didn’t expect my heart to nearly stop when I got back inside.
The locksmith pushed my apartment door open, took one look inside, and stepped backward.
“Ma’am,” he said, “I think you need to see this.”
I was standing behind him with my six-month-old twins in their stroller.
“What? Is something wrong?”
“I think you need to see this.”
The locksmith pointed toward the living room.
I looked inside, and my stomach dropped!
Something was moving near the babies’ play mat!
Then I heard a familiar voice.
“Where are my keys?!”
My stomach dropped!
Those were my exact words!
Even the annoyed tone sounded like mine!
The locksmith turned toward me.
“Is there someone inside?”
“No,” I whispered.
The voice came again.
“Where are my keys?! For heaven’s sake!”
“Is there someone inside?”
I gripped the stroller handle.
Because whoever was speaking knew exactly what I’d been saying every time my keys disappeared.
And the strangest part?
I’d locked that door before leaving!
I gripped the stroller handle.
***
My name is Holly, and six months ago, I gave birth to twins.
Their names are Theo and Thea.
I’m raising them alone, which means I’m responsible for every feeding, including nighttime feedings, diaper changes, doctor’s appointments, and the endless loads of laundry.
Before becoming a mother, I was extremely organized.
I’m raising them alone.
I’d never been the kind of person who lost things.
What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page.
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