I smiled on the day my husband finalized our divorce and married the woman he had been seeing behind my back while I was eight months pregnant.

two little boys ran after each other in circles while their babysitter failed badly at settling them down.

Twins.

Maybe four.

Dark hair.

Long limbs.

And the same gray-blue eyes Nathan had stared into in mirrors his entire life.

His legs stopped working.

The taller boy almost crashed into him before stumbling back.

“Sorry!” the child chirped.

Nathan stared.continue reading …