I Took My Twin Children, Both Battling Stage 4 Cancer, to See the Ocean and Fulfill Their Greatest—and Perhaps FINAL—WISH… But Then the Hotel Manager Knocked on Our Door and Said, “There’s Something About This Trip You Don’t Know”…

I ended the call.

Ben was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Did Daddy leave us because Lily got sick?”

Lily immediately looked at him.

I knelt in front of my children.

“No. Not because of either of you. Your father got scared and made a very bad decision.”

Lily was quiet for several seconds.

“And now he’s downstairs?”

I nodded.

“Do you want to see him?”

Ben didn’t answer.

There was such a serious expression on his face that, for a moment, I forgot he was only six years old.

Finally, he spoke.

“If he gets scared again, will he leave again?”

I had no answer.

Lily took her brother’s hand.

“Let’s go ask him.”