Chapter 17 - THE FIRST VISIT
Two days later, Damon stood on the front porch of Laura’s suburban rental home, his hands sweating slightly.
He raised his hand and knocked on the wood, the sound feeling like a countdown to his ultimate test.
The door clicked open, and there stood his four-year-old twin boys, wearing matching navy blue knit sweaters.
They looked up at him with his exact eyes, blinking with innocent curiosity at the stranger on their porch.
"Hi," Damon whispered, his voice cracking with emotion as he knelt down to their eye level.
"Mom said we have a visitor," the first twin said, tilting his head just like Damon used to do as a child.
Laura appeared behind them, leaning against the doorframe, her expression guarded but polite.
"Come on in, Damon," she invited, stepping aside to let him cross the threshold of her peaceful home.
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He stepped inside, smelling the faint scent of cinnamon and vanilla, realizing what a real home felt like.
For the next two hours, he sat on the living room floor building Lego towers with the sons he never knew he had.
