Angela woke the next morning to the smell of coffee. She quickly checked Griffin’s side of the bed, disappointed to find it empty. She pulled on her robe and padded into the kitchen where she found Griffin sitting at the table, spooning eggs into Rory’s mouth. Angela paused in the doorway taking in the scene, her heart soaring with happiness as she watched her son giggle at his father.

“Any chance I can get some of that coffee?” Angela asked, sweeping into the kitchen. She ...