The police knocked just as my son stood holding the twins his father abandoned—but what he said next changed everything and left them speechless

It was the first genuine laugh I’d had in months.

Maybe years.

By three in the morning, exhaustion crushed us both.

Josh sat on the couch holding the girl while I rocked the boy near the window.

Streetlights glowed outside.

The city hummed softly below.

“You’re good with them,” I admitted quietly.

Josh looked surprised.

“I am?”

“You’re patient.”

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