When I went to the hospital to bring home my wife and our newborn daughters, I thought I was walking into the happiest day of my life. Instead, I found my world unraveling. Emma was gone — all that remained were our baby girls and a chilling note.

The drive to the hospital felt like a dream. Pink balloons bounced in the passenger seat, and my heart felt light. Today was the day we’d bring home our daughters.

I couldn’t wait to see Emma’s reaction to the nursery I’d finished, the dinner I’d prepared, the framed photos I’d hung in the hallway. Continues…