George came back from the company after picking the twins from school. He’d canceled all his meetings just to spend the rest of the day with his family.
It was a rare moment, because his phone was buzzing, his assistants were always knocking, reports waiting for him on his desk—but today, he wanted none of that. Today, he only wanted his wife and his children.
As usual, Jay was in his arms, clinging onto his shoulder, while Tracey walked beside them with her small backpack bouncing behind her. If Thalia had been there, Tracey wouldn’t have walked on her own, she would’ve been in her arms, just like Jay was in George’s now.
The guards bowed as they walked past them.
"Life didn’t end when Dad carried Jay in his arms and left me walking alone," she murmured under her breath, her voice ti
