for my children,” I said, and walked my twins to registration.
At the awards, my son took gold in applied mathematics. My other son took gold in physical sciences — the highest mark in the state. Two golds, same surname. And I watched my ex-husband work it out in stages, until the boy with his exact face turned, found me, and grinned. Then a woman two rows up read the program aloud: “The Hartley twins. Their mother raised them alone.”
He turned the color of a man who’d just realized what he threw away.
Chapter 2: The Thirteen Years He Missed
Let me tell you what my ex-husband, David, didn’t know he was looking at, because the two golds were just the surface, and the real story was the thirteen years underneath them.
David left when the twins were babies. He’d met someone — the woman beside him in that lobby — and
