Ben kicked last. The ball landed right in Emily’s arms. She clutched it dramatically and fell backward, groaning as if defeated.
The boys exploded with laughter.
Ethan felt his eyes burn.
He had almost forgotten how good it felt to hear his children happy.
Emily stood and brushed grass from her black-and-white uniform. That’s when she noticed Ethan standing just a few yards away.
Her smile vanished instantly.
“Oh—Mr. Miller. I didn’t realize you were home. I can explain,” she said quickly, smoothing her hair into its neat bun.
The boys turned and immediately grew quiet.
Lucas stepped back.
Noah lowered his head.
Ben hid behind Emily, gripping her shirt tightly.
That reaction hurt Ethan more than any meeting he’d had that day.
“You don’t need to explain,” Ethan said softly. “I just want to know… how did you do this?”
Emily looked down at Ben and rested a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“I came early to clean the dining room,” she said quickly. “The boys were alone. Ben was crying—he was hungry. Lucas told me the nanny left this morning. I couldn’t leave them alone, sir.”
She swallowed.
“So I made lunch. Then I thought they needed fresh air. I found the soccer ball in the garage.”
“That’s all.”