I Was About to Propose to Another Woman When Four Six-Year-Old Boys With My Face Led Me Back to the Family I Never Knew I Had.

“Wyatt…”

“The picture from the beach,” he went on.

“Where you’re hugging him.”

The other three started comparing their faces.

“He has Mason’s nose,” said Henry.

“No,” protested Theo.

“Mason has his own.”

I felt the floor disappear beneath my feet.