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

you know how rockets work?”

“A little.”

Oliver studied him carefully. “Do you like cinnamon rolls?”

Nathan smiled, sad.

“I think I do now.”

Emma looked overwhelmed.

The boys pulled Nathan inside with the easy kindness of children who didn’t yet understand adult pain.

The apartment was small but warm. Drawings covered the walls, secondhand books were stacked continue reading …