“We need to discuss temporary arrangements for the children.”
Noah looked through the nursery window at three bassinets.
“I’m their uncle.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll take them.”
The social worker studied him carefully.
Noah was unmarried. He lived alone. He worked full-time. He had never raised a child, much less three infants simultaneously.
And he was grieving too.
“You don’t have to decide tonight,” she told him.
“Yes, I do.”
“Why?”
Noah looked through the glass again.
Three babies lay inside, completely unaware that their lives had changed forever.
“Because they’re waiting for someone to choose them.”
That decision took only seconds.
Living with it would shape the next twenty-two years.
Three Babies, One Man, and No Idea What He Was Doing
The first night was chaos.
Noah quickly discovered that babies apparently possessed an extraordinary ability to coordinate their crying.
One would wake.
Then another.
Then the third.
