Because one line makes me laugh.
Since we’ve both moved on, perhaps we can finally put the past behind us.
The past did not stay behind us.
It arrived at Cedarcrest Estate from the sky.
I stepped onto that snowy field first.
Then Ethan.
Lucas.
Noah.
Miles.
Adrian had expected one supposedly bitter ex-wife.
Instead he saw four eight-year-old boys carrying pieces of his face.
I did not need to say:
I told you so.
The truth had gray eyes.
Dark-blond hair.
Four names.
And eight years of life that had happened whether Adrian believed in them or not.
That Christmas did not give me my marriage back.
I did not want it.
It did not erase what happened.
It did something harder.
It gave four boys the chance to decide whether the man who had missed their beginning deserved a place in what came next.
Adrian could not recover the first eight years.
No apology could.
No money could.
No Christmas gift could.
All he could do was show up for the next day.
Then another.
Then another.
Eventually, those days became years.
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