Chapter 127. More Questions Than Answers

Briana POV

I left my brothers in the study because they were drinking, and I didn’t want to join them.

“How are the kids?” I asked Noah when I saw him emerge from the triplets’ room.

“They’re fine. Don’t worry.” He assured me before pulling me for a hug.

I let him.

Noah does not want to let me go.

I feel the same way.

This night was unforgettable.

After the unplanned trip to the cemetery to visit the grave of his dead parents, I felt as if a warm hand touched my heart.

It had been years since I saw their graveyard, not because I didn’t want to see them, but because I felt guilty every time. I failed them.

All they wanted was the best for their son, but when Noah and I divorced, I didn’t feel like the best person there was.

I felt like a failure.

Tonight, Noah talked to his parents about us, the triplets, and his plans for the future.

If I still doubted him before we visited her parents’ grave, now I only felt gratitude.

“I love Briana, Mom, Dad. I will take care of her and our three