“I have.”
“Well, don’t disappoint me.
Come to the wedding.”
The call ended.
Clara quietly placed her phone on the table.
She never mentioned that she had three children.
Vivian never asked.
That evening, someone knocked on Clara’s front door.
She opened it to find an older man in a dark suit.
His silver hair was neatly combed.
His eyes were kind.
“Miss Bellamy?”
“Yes?”
“My name is Samuel Brooks.”
Recognition immediately crossed Clara’s face.
Julian’s grandfather.
The only Prescott who had ever treated her with genuine warmth.
He smiled gently.
“May I come in?”
A few minutes later, Samuel sat in Clara’s kitchen while the triplets proudly showed him their coloring books.
He watched them carefully.
Especially Noah.
The little boy laughed exactly like Julian had as a child.
Samuel’s eyes became suspiciously bright.
“They’re beautiful.”
“They’re everything.”
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