Cole’s POV

I feel the weight of what I’m about to propose settle heavily across my chest. The children are in their room, I can hear the faint creak of the door and the whispers of voices that tell me they’re listening, that their small faces are pressed against the crack, trying to make sense of the conversation their mother and I are having. I don’t need to see them to feel their presence. It’s almost tangible, a soft but insistent thread connecting me to this family I never ...