Emma's POV
It had been a few days since Jeff and I had dinner together. The memory lingered in the back of my mind like the warmth of a fading sunset.
We had shared something real that night, a moment where the walls between us had started to come down but reality had a way of creeping back in, and now I was back to my usual routine; juggling work, motherhood, and the complex feelings Jeff’s presence stirred in me.
The front door opened, and the sound of small feet pattering on the hardwood floors brought me back to the present. Jason and Anna burst into the house, their laughter filling the air like music. I turned from the kitchen counter, my heart swelling as they raced toward me, their backpacks bouncing with every step.
“Mama,” Anna exclaimed, flinging her tiny arms around my wais
