A struggling single dad welcomed two mysterious twin girls stranded in the rain
The rain finally eased the next morning, leaving a soft gray mist hanging over the city. Owen woke early, moving quietly through his cramped apartment so he wouldn’t disturb the three sleeping children. As the coffee brewed and the smell of toast filled the air, Ava and Elodie emerged from the bedroom — their faces brighter than the night before, though their eyes still carried the weight of fear. Nora greeted them warmly, offering the kind of comfort only a child can give.
Over breakfast, Owen gently approached the question he’d been dreading.
“Do you have a phone number or an address for your dad?” he asked softly.
Elodie shook her head. “He was at a big meeting… and then we lost him in the crowd.”
The city was enormous, and their information was painfully vague. Owen felt a knot tighten in his stomach. Leaving the twins alone wasn’t an option. Neither was taking them to work. Calling in sick meant losing a day’s pay he desperately needed — but he did it anyway.
The morning passed slowly. The kids drew pictures and watched cartoons while Owen wrestled with worry. By midday, he decided to take the only step he could: a visit to the police station. Maybe someone had reported two missing girls. Maybe there was a lead. Maybe there was hope.
Bundling everyone into jackets, Owen led them through the misty drizzle and into the busy police station. Officers rushed from desk to desk, phones rang nonstop, and frustration buzzed in the air. Owen explained everything to the officer on duty, who listened intently before disappearing into the back to make a call.
Minutes later, the station doors burst open.