The For Sale sign disappeared from the front lawn of 142 Oakwood Drive three days after I signed the lease. A prestigious address in the heart of New Jersey's most exclusive neighborhood—just four blocks from the Walton estate.
"You're playing with fire," Samantha said, helping me unpack boxes in the spacious kitchen while the twins explored the backyard.
I set down a stack of plates with more force than necessary. "I'm done hiding."
Through the bay window, I watched Alex and Austin race around the garden, their laughter floating through the open patio doors. Eight years old and bursting with energy that reminded me so much of their father it made my chest ache.
"Mom! There's a treehouse!" Austin yelled, his dark hair—Michael's hair—flopping across his forehead as he scrambled up the w
