Over the next few days, Emilia felt herself slipping into a pattern, one that kept her mind steady and her heart protected. Her time was spent with the triplets, guiding them through their daily routines and sharing quiet moments that Raymond used to be a part of. Whenever he joined them, she would offer him a smile, exchange a few polite words, then busy herself with something else—anything that allowed her to avoid the ache in her chest whenever he was near.

One evening, they were all gathered around the dining table, the children chattering about their day. Emilia listened intently, laughing with them, making a conscious effort to stay...