formality seemed to irritate him.
“How are the babies?”
“You received their medical update yesterday.”
“I was asking you.”
“They’re healthy.”
His expression softened.
“I miss them.”
For the first time, I believed him.
He loved Noah’s laughter, could hold sleeping Lily for an hour, and had cried when they were born.
Leaving was complicated because the person who hurt me also held memories I cherished.
Cole lowered his voice.
“I miss you too.”
I looked at him.
“I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Say you miss
