He spotted his ex-wife counting coins just to buy bread—then suddenly realized the twin boys standing beside her were his sons.

asked.

Emma wiped her eyes quickly. “It’s okay, Oliver.”

The other boy looked up at Nathan. “Are you the landlord?”

Nathan almost laughed, but it caught in his throat.

“No,” he said gently. “I’m Nathan.”

The boy with the notebook stepped forward. “I’m Owen. I draw rockets.”

Nathan crouched to their height.

“I heard you like space.”

Owen’s eyes lit up. “Do continue reading …