He Told Me to Raise the Baby Alone—Eighteen Months Later, He Saw Three Toddlers at Boston Logan Airport and Realized What He Had Lost

not look at them,” he said.

Alistair’s mouth tightened. “They are Frosts.”

“No,” I said.

Both men looked at me.

“They are Kingstons,” I said. “They have my name, my home, my bedtime songs, my bad pancakes, and my mother’s old rocking chair. They are not a legacy project. They are not heirs for you to claim because blood finally became convenient.”

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