22 August 2026

On Their 18th Birthday of My Triplets

“I’ll light it with you later,” he said.

“After everyone leaves.”

He nodded.

We’d never let Riley and Rex forget their brother. Rowan wasn’t a secret in our house. He was one of my sons.

That was how I’d counted them since the day they were born.

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