Julian didn’t move for a long time.
He just stood there—
watching four versions of his life run across the grass…
and realizing he had missed every single moment.
First steps.
First words.
First time they said “Dad.”
His throat tightened painfully.
“How?”
It came out broken.
“How is this even possible?”
Eliza looked at him.
And for the first time—
there was anger.
“You really don’t know?”
“I was told I couldn’t have children.”
Her laugh was sharp.
Humorless.
“Of course you were.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means,” she said quietly, “someone made sure you believed that.”
Julian froze.
“No.”
But even as he said it—
