He laughed, accepting the correction.

“I know.”

That summer, I accompanied the twins on a boat trip through the harbor.

Owen pointed at seabirds as if they were rare visitors.

Mason leaned over the railing to search for seals, with Kenneth keeping a careful hand on his shoulder.

When we reached open water, the breeze lifted their hair and the boys shouted at the same time.

I couldn’t make out the words, only the joy in their voices.