126. The Story I Never Told YouNova

I chose a Sunday afternoon for it.

Not because it was special, but because Sundays in our house were quiet in a way the rest of the week wasn’t. No meetings. No donors calling. No site visits. Just us, the hum of Nairobi outside our gate, and the slow comfort of being together without urgency.

The triplets were sprawled in the living room of our Buruburu house, the bigger one we had moved into three years ago. Weston sat cross-legged on the rug, leaning ...