My isolated reality shattered on a Tuesday morning three years later when my assistant Tobias Reed cautiously approached my desk with a photograph on his phone. His sister had visited a farmers market in New Hope over the weekend and accidentally captured Penelope in the background of a picture. I stared at the screen and saw my former wife looking radiant and relaxed behind a table of spring flowers. Standing right beside her was a little girl with dark curls and a young boy who was about three years old. The boy had a small scar above his left eyebrow but it was his eyes that completely stopped my heart. He was squinting at the camera with one eyebrow slightly raised in an expression that perfectly mirrored my own face and the face of my late father. I instantly realized that Penelope had given birth to my twins. I immediately ordered Tobias to cancel all my important corporate meetings and rushed to my car for the ninety minute drive to New Hope.
