“SORRY MOM, I COULDN’T LEAVE THEM,” my 16-year-old son whispered, standing in our doorway with two newborn twins in his arms. I’m Margaret, 43, and for five long years, life has been nothing but survival. My husband, Derek, left without warning, taking our savings—and the laughter—with him. Since then, my son Josh has been my whole world. He grew up too fast, learning silence instead of tears, carrying strength no teenager should have to. That Tuesday, everything changed. The door opened quietly