He Strapped Bombs to Our Babies—for Her

I sent his mistress away, thinking I was saving my marriage. Instead, Niccolo strapped bombs to our twins and gave me a timer.

“Forty-nine minutes, Geneva. Where is she?”

I begged him to stop. Told him they were his. That they had his eyes. His blood. He didn’t care.

I found our children tied up in an abandoned hospital. Elle was crying. Eli was calm. Too calm.I saved her. I tried.

But my son?

He threw himself at the bomb— To protect me. To protect her.

“I love you, Mommy. Tell Daddy I love him too.”

I buried him alone.