Rachel had helped me reconstruct the previous two weeks using grocery receipts, pharmacy notifications, pediatric portal messages, laundry orders, and the feeding app on my phone.
It wasn’t perfect.
It didn’t need to be.
The pattern was painfully clear.
My days began around five in the morning and often ended after midnight.
Brandon’s regular contribution was holding whichever baby was calmest while watching television after dinner.
He had changed seven diapers in the previous two weeks.
I knew because the feeding app allowed notes.
He had washed bottles twice.
He had attended one pediatric appointment since the twins were born.
He had never handled an entire overnight stretch alone.
The fishing trip simply gave me four uninterrupted days to see the arrangement without excuses around it.
Brandon kept scrolling.
Then he reached Dana’s final paragraph.
It said the twins and I were safe, that Brandon could contact me directly, and that I was not preventing reasonable access to his children.
