As Robert stepped out of his luxury car, he was ready to confront the chaos he was sure had consumed his son’s life. But instead of a rundown shack, he was met with a quaint, well-maintained cottage, surrounded by a lively garden. The place exuded warmth and comfort, a stark contrast to the dereliction Robert had imagined.
He hesitated, unsure if this was the right address. But as he approached, the laughter of children filled the air, unmistakably coming from the backyard. Curiosity piqued, Robert walked around the house, his polished shoes crunching on the gravel path.
What greeted him was a scene he hadn’t anticipated. Jason was there, kneeling on the grass, surrounded by three giggling toddlers who looked like they had stepped out of a picture-perfect family magazine. They were rosy-cheeked and bright-eyed, each one a miniature blend of Jason and Emily. Jason was playfully flipping one of the children into the air, while the others clung to his arms, vying for their turn.
