The invitation sat on the kitchen counter, an innocent slip of paper that somehow felt heavier than it should.
Family Day.
An afternoon of games, activities, and a chance for parents to spend time with their children.
Isabelle stared at it, her stomach twisting. The twins had been excited the moment they brought it home. Amelia had already picked out her outfit — a pink dress with sparkly shoes, of course — and Elliott had been practicing his soccer kicks in the backyard like his life depended on it.
They wanted both their parents there.
And that was the problem.
It wasn’t about Sebastian showing up. It was about what it would look like when he did — when they did.
Since the toy launch, the media had been relentless. The rumors hadn’t died down. If anything, they’d only grown — whis
