Chapter 6 - The Olive Branch
Sarah opened the door, her expression wary. She looked tired, but the strength I had seen in the park was still there.
"I'm not here to talk about custody," I said, keeping my distance. "I'm here to talk about them."
I handed her the letter. It wasn't an apology for the past; it was a promise for the future. I had opened a trust fund in their names. I had arranged for a specialized team of pediatricians to oversee their health.
"I don't want to take them away from you," I said. "I want to be a father to them. Even if that means being the father you allow me to be."
Sarah read the letter, her eyes softening. She stepped aside, opening the door wider. "They're awake."
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I walked in. The apartment was tiny, but it was filled with the sounds of babies—gurgling, babbling, the beautiful noise of life. I spent the next two hours on the floor, letting my son pull at my tie and my daughter clutch at my watch.
For the first time in years, the silence in my soul was gone.
