“This arrangement isn’t working,” he said stiffly. “They need stricter guidance.”
Eliza nodded.
“I understand.”
Madeline’s voice trembled.
“Is she leaving?”
Nathaniel couldn’t answer.
Eliza knelt before the children.
“Promise me something,” she whispered. “Don’t be afraid to get messy learning something beautiful. Mud washes off. Fear doesn’t.”
The twins clung to her, leaving small handprints on her coat. She laughed softly.
“Now I carry part of you with me.”
Before stepping through the gate, she turned once more.
“Raising children isn’t about preserving perfection,” she said. “It’s about teaching them how to begin again.”
That night, rain pounded against the windows.
Nathaniel couldn’t sleep.
Regret and memory tangled in his chest.
A sudden sound jolted him awake.
The twins’ beds were empty.
His heart pounded as he rushed outside.
There they were.
Barefoot in the storm.
Laughing in the mud.
“We wanted you to learn how to laugh too, Daddy,” Caleb said.
Connor slipped — Caleb grabbed his arm.
“I’ll protect you.”
Nathaniel dropped to his knees. Mud soaked his hands. Rain blurred his vision.
He pulled them close, feeling something crack open inside him — something rigid and long-held.