I traveled to the harbor with our three-month-old twin daughters, hoping to surprise my husband after his long assignment at sea.
Instead, I caught him kissing another woman, and what happened next turned his homecoming into something he never expected.
PART 1
My name is Shannon Tennant, and I am thirty-three years old.
I work nights as an ICU nurse, which means I know exactly what a person looks like at the end of their rope.
I did not know it would one day be me, standing in a cruise terminal at nine in the morning with a baby on each side of my chest.
My husband, Dillon, was thirty-five and worked as an assistant hotel director aboard a luxury cruise ship called the Seaborn Vista.
It was a good job.
It was also a job that kept him away for ninety-four days at a time.
When he left on his latest voyage, I was seven months pregnant with twins.