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

Owen looked up at him with serious gray eyes.

“Are you going to stay this time?” the boy asked.

Nathan knelt down, his throat tight.

“Yes,” he whispered. “For as long as you’ll let me.”

Owen studied him a moment, then wrapped his small arms around Nathan’s neck.

Emma watched them, tears sliding down her cheeks.

Nathan looked up at her.

“I’m sorry,” he said.continue reading …