180. (KNOX POV)

(KNOX POX)

The car ride to the doctor was quiet, save for the soft hum of the radio and the occasional singing from Oxxy in the back seat. Missy sat next to him, gently encouraging his enthusiasm. Ezra was driving. Oxxy's attempts to sing along to the radio were endearing.

Despite his struggles, his spirit was undeterred, and his little voice filled the car with a sweet melody of hums and sounds.

Missy turned to me. "What are you planning to do, Knox? With the twins? With..."

"Nothing changes, Mom," I said, looking back at Oxxy, who was absorbed in his toy cars as he hummed. "We just add another kid to the mix."

Her eyes narrowed. "And what about his mom, son?"

I sighed, glancing out the window as the scenery flew by. "She's not exactly fit, so I'll take over from here."

"You can't do that, Knox," she argued. "You can't take a kid from his mother… you can't take a mother from her kid."

"I'm staying firm on this, Mom. You didn't see what I did. When she gets help, and he won't be slee