After My Sister Died in Childbirth, I Adopted Her Triplets – Then Their Father Came Back 8 Years Later

“I know this feels sudden,” Chris said gently to the girls. “But I’m your father.”

My chest tightened. Father. The word was a knife.

“Girls!” I shouted.

“Come to me. Right now.”

They shifted, uncertain. He seized the moment.

Ashley frowned.

“Why don’t we know you?”

He laughed lightly. “Because grown-ups make mistakes.”

I tried again to move forward. The men mirrored me, blocking every step.

They knew exactly how to keep me back without actually touching me.

Kaylee and Ashley ran immediately.

Sarah hesitated.

Ashley ran back to her, grabbed her hand, and pulled hard.

“Come on!”

At that moment, a sharp voice cut through the yard.

Mrs. Hargreeve stood at the open gate, eyes wide.

She was holding a basket of tomatoes from her garden. The girls ran straight to her, clinging to her legs.

Chris stood, irritation flashing through his smile.

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