Three children sat around her.
Triplets.
A girl and two boys.
And the moment Darius really looked at them…
His world tilted.
They looked like him.
Not vaguely.
Not coincidentally.
Unmistakably.
The same skin tone.
The same cheekbones.
The same dimples that had once made Nia laugh and say, “That’s how I’ll recognize our kids someday.”