Daniel felt the air leave his lungs.
“My… what?”
“The boys are yours,” Emma repeated quietly. “All three.”
Silence fell between them.
Traffic moved. People walked past. The city continued its rhythm.
But Daniel’s world had stopped.
He stared at the children again.
Triplets.
His children.
“How is that possible?” he asked hoarsely.
Emma looked away.
“You left before I could tell you.”
Daniel’s mind raced back five years.
