Olivia

I took her hand and gently moved closer to the cribs. “It’s okay, Vivian, you don’t need to be afraid.” I encouraged.

She smiled at me and looked at the babies with a sweet smile on her face, but then her smile broke, and an expression of surprise and shock came over her. “Ernest…?” She looked at me. “Why do your babies look like my husband?” She looked distressed and confused.

I blinked, surprised by her words. "What do you mean?"

“I'm telling you ...