With trembling hands, she loosened her grip.
“Look, Henry,” she whispered.
I looked—and froze.
Josh: pale, pink-cheeked, looking like me.
Raiden: dark curls, Anna’s eyes… and deep brown skin.
“I only love you,” Anna sobbed. “They’re your babies, Henry! I swear. I don’t know how this happened! I never looked at another man that way! I didn’t cheat!”
I stared at our sons, speechless, as Anna fell apart beside me.
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