When he reached her, he stopped, staring.
“What… what are you doing here?” he asked, stunned.
Emma quickly lowered her eyes, embarrassed.
“I didn’t expect to see you,” she murmured.
The boys looked at him curiously.
One of them tilted his head.
“Mama, who’s that man?”
Daniel’s heart skipped.
Because when the boy spoke, he saw it clearly.
The same dark eyes.
The same eyebrows.
The same small dimple in the chin.
His mind struggled to process what he was seeing.
He looked at the second boy.
Then the third.
And the realization hit him like a lightning bolt.
They looked exactly like him.
Daniel whispered, his voice trembling.
“Emma… whose children are these?”
Emma didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, she gently pulled the boys closer.
The smallest one held onto her coat.
Daniel’s voice grew firmer.
“Emma.”
She finally looked up.
Tears shimmered in her eyes.
“They’re yours.”
The words landed like thunder.
Daniel felt the air leave his lungs.
“My… what?”
“The boys are yours,” Emma repeated quietly. “All three.”
Silence fell between them.
Traffic moved. People walked past. The city continued its rhythm.
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