Daniel
Their crying was unbearable. An incredible, pitiful cry that went through the silent night.
I took both the twins in my arms. My wife lay in the bedroom… barely conscious, feverish, and weak. She couldn’t breastfeed them. She had been sick for a week. The doctor said it would pass— but I was f*****g drowning tonight.
I’d tried everything. Warm bottles of milk. Pushing them on the swing, singing a lullaby, still… none of these worked. They longed for their mother’s milk, and her warmth. I couldn’t do that. I had no idea what to do again. I… I was f*****g scared and tired.
“Please… Charlotte wake up for your children’s sake,” I said in fear.
I checked the time, it was 11 PM. “Oh God, what do I do?… what do I do?” I kept murmuring. Then I remembered her.
Helen’s contact was alrea
