Two months. Two beautiful, peaceful months of being a real family.

I'd never been this happy. Lily and I had coffee together every morning while the twins played in the garden. She told me stories about my father Joseph, about their love affair, about the dreams they'd once shared. I told her about my marriage to Marcus, about the loneliness, about finding Dominic.

Bola had found a job at a local daycare and was loving New York. The twins adored having their "Auntie Bola" around all the time. ...