A future they had never had.
Or so he thought.
The Confrontation
“Darius,” Nia whispered.
His name in her voice felt like a memory pulled from another lifetime.
“I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I didn’t expect to find this,” he replied, his voice tight. “Triplets. And… you.”
The children stared at him now.
The little girl—sharp-eyed, protective—shifted slightly closer to Nia. One of the boys studied him with quiet curiosity, while the other mirrored his posture without realizing it.
That unconscious resemblance hit harder than anything.
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