I went to pick up my wife and our twins from the maternity ward — she was gone, and only…
I went to pick up my wife and our twin daughters from the maternity ward — but she was gone, leaving only a note behind.
I was filled with excitement as I drove to the hospital to bring Lina and our newborn twins home. For days, I’d been eagerly preparing for their return—arranging the nursery, preparing a celebratory meal, and even picking up some balloons to make the day extra special.
But everything came crashing down the moment I arrived.
Lina was nowhere to be found.
Only our two daughters lay peacefully sleeping in their bassinets, and beside them, a single letter.
My hands shook as I opened it.
«Goodbye. Take good care of them. Ask your mother what she did to me.»
I stood frozen, trying to grasp what was happening.
In a daze, I turned to the nurse, asking, «Where is my wife?»
She paused before replying, «She left this morning. She said you knew about it.»
But I had no idea.
I took the twins home, my mind racing and my heart heavy with confusion.
Throughout the pregnancy, Lina had seemed happy, or at least, I thought so.
When I walked into the house, my mother was waiting with a smile and a casserole.
«Let me see my granddaughters!» she exclaimed.
I froze, staring at her.
«Not now, Mom. What did you do to Lina?»
The shocking disappearance of Lina marked the beginning of Marc’s struggle, not only as a single father to his twin daughters but also in uncovering a deeply buried family secret.
Marc soon uncovers the truth: his own mother, Élise, had never accepted Lina, deeming her too fragile and unworthy. Marc finds a letter from Élise to Lina, urging her to leave, claiming that her presence was a threat to the babies. The harsh words shattered Lina, already struggling with her own insecurities.
For months, Marc juggles sleepless nights, diapers, and the pain of not knowing where Lina went. Despite searching for answers, there’s no sign of her.
Then, out of nowhere, he receives an anonymous message—a photo of Lina at the hospital with the twins, along with a few words full of regret.
Lina is alive, but she’s far away.
Weeks pass, then months. The twins’ first birthday arrives without their mother.
Then one cold winter evening, there’s a knock at the door.
Lina has returned.
She’s fragile and unrecognizable but standing before him. She shares her heartbreaking story: severe postpartum depression, cruel words from his mother, and a deep belief that she wasn’t worthy of her children.
Marc listens quietly, without anger. He doesn’t try to immediately understand everything but extends his hand to her.
Together, they begin to rebuild their relationship, slowly and with care.
Lina starts therapy, and Marc learns to trust again. They begin to rediscover each other and their family.
The road to healing is long, and the scars remain. But every laugh from Lou and Maël reminds them that love has the power to mend many wounds.
This isn’t a perfect story. It’s a human one—a story of a painful fall, a heartbreaking separation, but ultimately, a reunion.
Because there’s always a way back— even after silence.
