Nolan POV
I drive through the thickening snow, windshield wipers slapping a steady rhythm while the ultrasound images sit on the passenger seat in their plain envelope. I can't stop thinking about how Juniper's face lit up when I held her hands. She whispered 'thank you' at the door, like she didn't deserve all the help I'm giving her. I adjust the heat and keep both hands on the wheel. No detours tonight.
I’m going straight home.
My phone buzzes in the cup holder. Once, twic. Then it starts vibrating nonstop, the screen lighting up with Mabel’s name in rapid succession. I glance at it long enough to see the first few words—playing hero to your twin’s sloppy seconds—before silencing the notifications. She’s sent at least thirty in the last ten minutes. I don’t delete them. I just let t
