My Wife Walked Away From Our Blind Newborn Twins—and Eighteen Years Later, She Came Back With a Demand I Never Expected

For Mark, the ache doesn’t arrive with a shout. It comes in the quiet—in those late-night hours when the house is still and the world slows to a crawl. It isn’t the sharp sting of bitterness, but the soft, enduring weight of a memory that eighteen years have failed to dim. It began in a week that should have been …