“I was already struggling,” she said softly. “Triplets aren’t easy.”
One of the boys tugged her sleeve.
“Mama, I’m hungry.”
Daniel’s chest tightened painfully.
Emma kissed the child’s head.
“I know, sweetheart.”
Daniel suddenly noticed how thin the boys looked.
Their shoes were worn.
Their jackets didn’t match.
“How long have you been living like this?” he asked, his voice barely steady.
Emma hesitated.
“About a year.”
Daniel felt something break inside him.
