I Found a Baby Wrapped in My Missing Daughter’s Denim Jacket on My Porch – The Chilling Note I Pulled from the Pocket Made My Hands Start Shaking

We were still married on paper.

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The baby kept staring, solemn as a little judge.

I touched the jacket again. The left cuff was still frayed where Jennifer used to chew it when she was anxious.

I slipped my hand into the pocket.

Paper. My pulse was so loud in my ears, I felt dizzy. I unfolded the note slowly, smoothing it with both hands.

“Jodi,

My name is Andy. I know this is a terrible way to do this, but I don’t know what else to do.

This is Hope. She’s Jennifer’s daughter. She’s mine too.

“I know this is a terrible way to do this.”

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Jen always said that if anything ever happened to her, Hope should be with you. She kept this jacket all these years. She said it was the last piece of home she never gave up.

I’m sorry.

There are things you don’t know. Things Paul kept from you.

I’ll come back and explain everything.

Please take care of Hope.

— Andy”

“There are things you don’t know.”