As usual, Sara was driving with Dilip, the car humming softly through the streets on their way to pick up the kids. Sara glanced at Dilip, who sat quietly beside her, his eyes occasionally flicking toward the rearview mirror to check on their little ones, Jr. Arav and Aravi. Though Dilip was a good companion, Sara couldn’t shake the emptiness she often felt. The twins filled her heart, but there was always a lingering void—a presence she couldn’t replace.
As they reached the kindergarten, Sara’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen, recognizing the number. “I’ll handle this, Dilip,” she said softly. Dilip nodded, his expression unreadable, and got out of the car to head inside to get the children.
Sara stood still for a moment, holding her phone to her ear, her heart racing. But her min
