As Jack stood there, frozen in disbelief, time seemed to slow down. The bustling noise of the airport faded into a distant hum, and all he could focus on were the faces before him. The twins had his eyes—an unmistakable shade of hazel he saw every morning in the mirror. A mixture of emotions surged through him: shock, guilt, and a burgeoning sense of responsibility.
“Lisa,” he managed to utter, his voice a mere whisper against the cacophony of the terminal.
Lisa’s eyes welled with tears, but she held his gaze firmly, a silent strength radiating from her weary form. “Jack,” she replied, her voice carrying a blend of relief and apprehension.
