Right after my C-section, my father snatched one of my triplets to give to my childless brother. “You have three, he has none,” he barked. When I reached for my baby, he struck me. I didn’t cry. I silently pressed the emergency nurse button. As security flooded the room, my father’s phone lit up with a text
Chapter 1: The Incubation of Betrayal A thick, stifling fog of surgical narcotics still clung to the ragged edges of my consciousness, making the horrific words tumbling from my father’s mouth seem like a morbid…









