The next morning, George had already driven the kids home.

“Daddy, I want to stay with Mommy,” Tracey whimpered, her small hands clutching his sleeve.

George swallowed hard, he didn't know how to explain to them, but before he could answer, Jay wrapped an arm around his twin.

“Tracey, Mommy will be fine.” His voice wobbled as though he was trying to convince himself too.

George said nothing. He only guided them quietly to their room. His silence was heavier than any words.

As soon as the door closed, his phone buzzed. A notification blinked on the screen. He lifted it, reading the message silently, each word sinking in his...