Mihai felt the air block in his chest. It was as if all the years had passed in an instant, and the past, which he had been so proud to escape, was returning to him, more vivid and sharper than ever.
— Good evening, Mihai — Emilia said, with a calm but heavy voice. — I think we have something to discuss.
His gaze fell on the two children. They were identical, with chestnut hair and brown eyes, the very same eyes he saw in the mirror every morning.
— They… are…? — the words got stuck in his throat.
— Yes — Emilia replied, without blinking. — They are your children.
The silence between them was only broken by the cold evening wind. Beyond the gate, the world moved on, but for Mihai, time had stopped.
— Why… why didn’t you tell me? — he managed to murmur.
— I gave you the chance back then. You chose not to see me, not to hear me. You turned your back on me when I needed you the most. And honestly, I didn’t want them to grow up in the shadow of someone who considered them a burden — she said, lifting her chin slightly.
Mihai felt his palms sweating. All this time, he had boasted about his new life, his businesses, his “perfect” partner. But in front of him stood something he could not buy, negotiate, or control: the truth.
— And now… why did you come? — he asked, trying to regain control.
— Because you need to know who they are. And because… I don’t want them to ask me years from now: “Where was dad?” — Emilia said, looking directly into his eyes. — I want them to hear the answer from you.
The twins looked at him curiously, unaware of the drama behind that moment. Mihai felt a pang in his chest, a mix of shame and a desire to turn back time.
In the backyard, the scent of blooming linden trees reminded him of childhood summers, of the evenings when he and Emilia sat on the bench, making plans for the future. A future he had thrown away for a false image.
— Come in… — he said, in a subdued voice.
Inside, the children began to explore, touching everything that seemed interesting to them. Emilia sat at the kitchen table, the place where she once made Mihai coffee in the morning.
— I didn’t come to ask you for anything. I don’t need money, help, or explanations for the past. I came to offer you the chance to be part of their lives. The rest… depends on you.
Mihai felt his stomach tighten. He thought of all the lost nights in bars, of the fake people who kept him company, of the woman he chose instead of Emilia, who ultimately left him for someone more influential.
His gaze returned to the twins. One of them smiled widely at him, and Mihai felt something break inside him — the cold wall he had built over the years.
— If you let me… I want to try — he said slowly.
Emilia remained silent for a few moments, then nodded. — It’s not about me, Mihai. It’s about them. If you can be a father to them, then you have everything to gain.
And at that moment, Mihai understood. He hadn’t just lost a wife; he had lost years of his children’s lives. But maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t too late to make up for it.
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