“Do not look at our children, John!” Her tone fractured during the sentence, and next she began weeping so intensely I assumed she might completely shatter.
“Talk to me, please. You are terrifying me. What occurred?”
She moved her head side to side, swaying the infants as though she might protect them against reality. “I am unable to… I lack the answers — I merely fail to —”
I rested on my knees next to her bed, stretching out to touch her sleeve. “Whatever the issue is, we will manage it together. Currently, allow me to see my sons.”
Using trembling fingers, she ultimately relaxed her hold.
“Observe, John,” she murmured.
I obliged. And my body froze entirely.
Sam: light-skinned, rosy-faced, resembling my own features.
Yet Eli: dark waves, his mother’s gaze… and rich brown complexion.
“I solely cherish you,” my wife cried. “They happen to be your children! I promise. I am clueless regarding how this occurred! I have never viewed another guy in that manner! I remained faithful!”
