Raelynn's POV

An hour and a half later, the children and I step into Central Park. Our meeting spot with Roldan is by the ice cream cart—predictably, the kids’ absolute favorite landmark.

Their energy is boundless. Though I have firm grips on their tiny hands, they repeatedly tug and pull, attempting to dart in every conceivable direction while searching for their dad.

When I revealed our plan earlier, their reactions were pure magic. Their faces ...