Oliver noticed him first.
“Mom,” the five-year-old whispered, “who is that man?”
Blake flinched. Before Emma could answer, Ethan tilted his head and said, “He looks like us.”
Noah pressed closer to her leg.
Blake stepped forward, staring from one child to the next. His face shifted between shock, anger, fear, and something far more painful. Childpsychology books
“Emma,” he breathed, “tell me they’re not…”
She lifted her chin. “Not what?”
“How old are they?”
Oliver answered proudly, “We’re five. I was born seven minutes first.”
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