Their silence had helped the secret survive.
That realization forced all of us to look at ourselves differently.
Rosie, meanwhile, focused on healing and caring for her babies.
She and Ben named the twins Grace and Noah.
Ben woke for every late-night feeding, even when Rosie told him to rest. I visited almost every day, folding laundry, washing bottles, and holding one baby while Rosie held the other.
One afternoon, I found Ben asleep in a chair with Noah against his chest. Rosie was watching them from the couch.
“You chose well,” I whispered.
She smiled.
“I know.”
The phrase reminded me of what my father had said at the wedding, but it no longer sounded like a transaction.
This time, it sounded like the truth.
Part Seven: The Promise He Kept
Several months later, we gathered for the twins’ dedication.
Rosie wore a pale-blue dress and held Grace against her shoulder. Ben stood beside her with Noah in his arms.
