I Flew in to Surprise My Son for His Birthday, I Found Him Living in His Car With His Twins Instead!

Then his shoulders collapsed, and everything he’d been holding in finally broke.

An hour later, we sat in a corner booth at a diner just off the airport highway. The boys slept beside us, wrapped in coats and exhaustion, pancakes untouched, their heads resting against each other like they’d learned to occupy as little space as possible.

Michael held a mug of coffee with both hands, as if it could anchor him.

“They took everything,” he said quietly.

I let him speak.

“She had me sign papers. Said it was temporary. Said it was for stability.” He swallowed hard. “Her parents dealt with the lawyers. I trusted them.”

“They changed the locks. Filed a restraining order. Claimed I was mentally unstable.”

My jaw tightened.

“And the startup?” I asked.

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