Wren had my smile.

Oliver had a small dimple near his chin that I remembered from the man I had once loved.

Their resemblance sometimes caught me off guard, but it never made them less themselves.

I talked about their father in simple language.

I told them he was someone I had once been married to and that grown-ups sometimes made choices that hurt people.

I did not describe him as a monster or promise a reunion that hadn’t happened.