And eventually, the divorce papers arrived.
I signed them while seven months pregnant.
I gave birth to four boys.
Yes.
Four.
The doctors had discovered the truth during an ultrasound.
Four babies.
Four heartbeats.
A rare pregnancy.
Adrian never came to see them.
Not once.
And now, eight years later, he wanted me to bring them to Christmas.
I wondered if he remembered what he had said.
I wondered if he would recognize his own face staring back at him.
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We arrived at Cedarcrest Estate just before sunset on Christmas Eve.
The house was enormous.
Stone walls.
Tall windows.
Snow covering the gardens.
Golden lights wrapped around the trees.
The boys pressed their faces against the car windows.
“Mom,” Samuel whispered.
“What?”
“Is that a castle?”
“Almost.”
When I parked, I saw several cars already there.
Adrian’s parents were there.
His older sister.
Two cousins.
And several people I didn’t recognize.
