“We missed you,” Leo said, his arms wrapped tightly around my neck.

I looked up and saw Blake standing frozen a few feet away.

The color had completely drained from his face.

His leather briefcase slipped from his fingers, clattering loudly onto the polished floor.

He stared down at the three boys.

The boys stopped laughing and stared back at him with quiet curiosity.

All three of them had Blake’s striking silver-blue eyes.

All three of them had his thick, dark hair and the distinct, slight cleft in his chin.

They looked like miniature carbon copies of the man standing before them.

Blake’s chest rose and fell in shallow breaths as his gaze moved from Toby, to Noah, to Leo, and finally back to me.

“Emma,” Blake whispered, his voice trembling. “Who are they?”

“Who are they?” Blake whispered again, his voice cracking under the weight of the question.

I didn’t answer him right away.

I kept my arms wrapped around my three boys, feeling the damp warmth of their yellow raincoats against my chest.

“They are my sons, Blake,” I said finally.