I opened the bedroom door after hearing a soft knock, and there was Michael. His face looked just as unsettled as mine. He just nodded and let out a sigh.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

I gestured for Michael to come in. But instead of approaching me, he walked over to my twins' crib and stared at them as they slept. What exactly did Michael want?

"You said good night to them earlier, Michael," I said. "Just tell me what you wanted to say."

Michael sighed again. "All right. I guess I can't hide my feelings from you, huh?" He let out a small chuckle.

"What is it?"

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