CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Her eyes lingered on my face, and I almost smiled gloriously. I had asked the right question. Finally!

“They have your nose.” I continued. And my eyes, but I did not mention that. It might upset her again. But truly, they did have my eyes. Had she been pregnant when she left? No. If she was, I would have noticed. But there were a lot of things that I did not notice about Lana. One of them was that I loved her dearly.

Were the children really mine, then? If she had given birth to them nine months after she left me, then how old would they be now? How old did they look? I stole another glance at the kids. I couldn’t say these things. Were they his children? He did look fatherly enough. So she had shacked with him immediately; she left me then?

I don’t blame her. As I said before, I was a jerk to her, and I hurt her. I closed my eyes. I hurt her. I was a fool.

“I’ll drop the children at Darby’s,” she said, looking at the man.

“Alright, I’ll drive. Let’s go.” The man offered.

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