My husband pu.shed me to adop.t 4-year-old twin boys for months so we could be a real family — when I ac.cidentally overheard his real reason, I packed our bags.

I answered.

He didn’t look away. “Does it still bother you?”

I studied his face. There was something raw there—something I hadn’t seen in years.

A few days later, he slid his phone and an adoption brochure across the breakfast table.

“Our house feels empty, Hanna,” he said. “I can’t pretend it doesn’t. We could do this. We could still have a family.”

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