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“Blaire,” I say quietly.

Her lips part, but nothing comes out. Before I can form the question trying to push its way through my head, another voice calls from behind us.

“Mom!”

I turn again.

A second boy is running toward her.

Identical to the first.

He reaches Blaire and grabs her hand.

For several seconds, I can only stare.

Two boys.

The same dark hair.

The same pale blue eyes.

The same features that have been looking back at me my entire life.

Blaire looks down at them, then back at me.

There is no anger left in her expression now.

Only fear.

My attention moves from one boy to the other.

Then back to Blaire.

The question forms before I am ready to hear the answer.

“Blaire,” I say, my voice barely sounding like my own.

“Who are they?”

She pauses. Her eyes go wide, and then her body stiffens.

“They’re my sons,” Blaire says.

I stare at her.

“Your…sons?”

“Yes.”

My eyes move to the boys beside her and then back to her.

“You have children?”

Blaire’s face tightens.

“Yes.”

The answer barely registers before the next question is already out.