Timing.
Timing is everything in life. The moment I stepped into the club was the start of the rest of my life. One moment was enough to have me seeking her out three weeks later, and then the writing was on the wall. It was as good as sealed, signed by the stars and whatever deity brought Sydney into my life. She was a part of me, a constant reminder of everything in the world worth fighting for. There were a few times, with Joshua so tiny and newborn, where the twins asked about their mother. I tried to contact her, leaving her voicemails and sending her letters. I told her simply that the girls were doing fine and I updated them on what they were doing at school.
I never once heard back.
One night, I heard sobbing and instinctively checked on our now one year old son. Sydney wasn't in
