That was true in 2012 and stopped being true in about 2016 and I never revisited it.

Two.

Going after her would mean four years of hearings and a lawyer I could not pay, and every hour in a courthouse was an hour not at work or at home.

Three.

If I dragged her into a courtroom she would fight, and if she fought she might want them, and a judge might give her some, and I could not survive a version of my life in which the twins spent every other weekend in Granite Bay.

That third one is the one I said out loud to my sister and it is the one that sounds like love.