Mother was stunned. Her smile vanished instantly, as if it had been ripped away by hand. The tray slipped from her arms and crashed to the floor, scattering the smell of stuffed cabbage in the air.
— What… what are you talking about, my dear? she whispered, her eyes glistening.
I clenched the ticket in my fist and raised it in front of her.
— Suzie is gone. She left this. And you know what? She blames you. She says to ask you.
Mother blinked several times, trying to gather her words. She trembled slightly but said nothing. I was boiling inside. My mind echoed only with questions: What had she done? Why would Suzie leave, right now, when we had the greatest gift of our lives?
In the heavy silence, only the soft whimpers of the twins could be heard. I turned to them, fragile and defenseless. My heart tightened even more.
— Mom, now is not the time for lies. If you said or did something, tell me. I have the right to know.
She collapsed into the chair on the porch, covering her face with her hands. She stayed like that for a few moments, then whispered:
— I just wanted to protect you…
I got angry.
— Protect me from what? From the woman I love?
Mother looked up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks.
— Suzie told me things… things about her past. She came to me one evening when you were at work. She told me she had made mistakes, that she had huge debts, that someone was still looking for her. She asked for my help. I told her I wouldn’t let her ruin your life. That you deserved peace, not scandal.
I felt the ground slip from under my feet.
— And what did you do? Did you chase her away?
Mother bit her lips.
— I told her that if she truly loved you, she had to leave. To let you have a clean life.
I was left breathless. I looked beyond her, towards the field behind the house. The cornfields swayed in the wind, and the neighbor’s rooster crowed. Everything seemed so normal, so Romanian, while my life was falling apart.
— And you thought that was love? I burst out. To rip my wife from my arms on the day we were supposed to bring our children home?
Mother began to cry harder, but I could no longer hear anything. I went inside, laid the twins in their cribs, and collapsed next to them.
Their small, closed eyes seemed to be the only light in my dark world. I swore then that I wouldn’t let things stay like this. I had to find Suzie. I had to learn the truth from her mouth, not just through whispers and tears.
The following days were chaotic. I asked neighbors, called friends, even went to the train station, thinking she might have taken a train to another city. No one knew anything.
One morning, while changing the girls, I found a small note in Suzie’s bag, hidden in an inner pocket. It was written in the same handwriting as the one from the hospital: “Don’t look for me. If you love me, take care of them. If your mother tells you the truth, you will understand.”
Then I understood that the story was not just about the two of us. It was about the shadows of her past, about mistakes and a fear I did not know.
But one evening, after I had put the girls to bed, I went out into the yard. The sky was full of stars, as only in the countryside can be seen. It smelled of freshly cut grass and bread taken from the neighbor’s oven. In that silence, I felt that Suzie was still mine. That her love had not disappeared, but had only been hidden by fear.
I made a decision. I wouldn’t let her live in flight. I wouldn’t let her believe that the only solution was to disappear. I had a family, and family for us, Romanians, is not easily broken.
The next day, I took the twins and set out. I didn’t know where I would find her, but I knew I would search until the end. Because some loves are not abandoned. They fight, they shout, they complain, and in the end, they find each other.
And I knew then, with a certainty that burned inside me: one day, Suzie would return. And then, we would no longer be just two scared adults. We would be a whole family, united by everything we had lost and everything we still had.
And when I thought of our girls, sleeping peacefully, I promised that they would never grow up with the void I felt now. For them, I would bring their mother back. For them, I would fight through any storm.
And for the first time since Suzie had left, I felt hope again.
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