Nathan’s POV
The next morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee that had long gone cold, my mind still racing after what I’d learned the day before. I hadn’t slept much, and the guilt was gnawing at my chest . All I could think about was Nicole and what CCTV footage would reveal.
Suddenly, I heard the soft patter of small feet approaching. I looked up to see the triplets—Danny, Amy, and Mia—standing in the doorway. They were still in their pajamas, their sleepy faces a mixture of innocence and confusion. Danny, stepped forward, his big blue eyes looking up at me expectantly.
“Daddy,” he said, his little voice tugging at my heartstrings, “when is mummy coming home?”
My chest tightened at his question. The girls, Amy and Mia, stood beside him, their tiny face
