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.

The boy stared back.

Then grinned.

Exactly the way Emily once had.

Something deep inside Nathan’s chest ached.

The babysitter rushed over at once.

“Boys, come on. Your mom said no running.”

Mom.

Nathan’s heartbeat jumped.

The second twin tipped his head with curious concern.

“Mister, why do you look sad?”

The question cut straight through him.

Nathan parted his continue reading …