Hannah
I turned to see what Zoe was pointing at and instantly did a double take, my first instinct telling me that what I was seeing was absolutely not my husband. But it was.
Noah was in the middle of the dance floor, a child perched on his shoulders and two more clinging to his legs. His face was flushed and red, a broad grin spreading from ear to ear—an expression I hadn’t seen on him in years, or maybe not even ever.
My heart skipped a beat as I watched him twirl around, the children squealing with excitement. It was a side of Noah I wasn’t even sure ever existed—carefree, playful, full of joy.
“What the hell,” I muttered, turning fully now to face him. Who was that, and what had they done with the real Noah?
At that moment, the sight of him with the kids sent a p
