Chapter Sixty Five

Kyle shut the door behind the psychologist and leaned against it, releasing a sigh of relief. He then walked into the living room, quietly settling on the sofa across from his sons. For several minutes, he remained silent.

As he looked at them, he couldn't help but notice how little they resembled him. They had Eds' eyes, her delicate button nose, and her striking jet-black hair. If they let their hair grow longer, they could almost be mistaken for girls. His sons weren’t just handsome; they were truly beautiful. He felt grateful to finally be part of their lives.

He wanted to ask them about their session with the psychologist but hesitated. Something told him they wouldn't appreciate the question, so he held back, choosing instead to trust that whatever was said had been positive about their new situation.

"So, um... is there anything you'd like to eat?" Kyle asked them, hesitantly.

"We've already eaten," Troy replied.

Kyle raised an eyebrow. "What did you have?"

"Food," Tristan said