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

She looked like a mother who’d learned how to survive on her own.

The baker, Mr. Russo, quietly slipped two extra pastries into the paper bag.

“Go on and take them,” he said. “Friday special.”

Emma shook her head.

“No, Mr. Russo, I can’t.”

“You’ll hurt my feelings if you say no.”

The boys cheered softly.

Nathan stepped back before Emma could turn around.

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