A young nurse noticed him staring.
She explained quietly that the girls had been found together, abandoned on church steps in the middle of the night, wrapped in the same blanket.
“No names. No notes,” she said softly. “People are willing to adopt one… maybe two. But never all. They’ll be separated soon.”
Separated.
The word struck him like a blade.
He thought of Anne’s voice.
Of her belief that family was chosen, not inherited.
His throat tightened.
“What if someone took them all?” he whispered.
The nurse nearly laughed.
“All nine? Sir, no one can raise nine babies alone. Not without money. People would think you’ve lost your mind.”
But Richard wasn’t listening anymore.
He stepped closer to the cribs.
One baby stared up at him with startling intensity.
Another reached for his sleeve.
A third broke into a gummy smile.
Something inside him split open.
The emptiness he’d been carrying transformed into something heavier — but alive.
Responsibility.
“I’ll take them,” he said.
A Decision the World Didn’t Understand
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