PROLOGUE: The sun shined through the windows, painting the living room in gold. I sat on the couch, leaning back as two little girls raced past me, squealing and shrieking, leaving a trail of toys. Marco was on the floor, trying to corral them, but the girls were quicker, giggling every time he got close.“Mom! He’s chasing us!” one shouted, her curls bouncing as she darted under the table.I laughed, clutching my stomach. “Girls, be nice! Give Daddy a chance!”Marco groaned, pretending to collapse onto the floor in defeat, but his eyes were laughing, soft and warm. “I can’t take it anymore! You two are relentless!”The girls tumbled onto the couch beside me, breathless and laughing. I ruffled their hair and felt their tiny hands grab mine. “We’re unstoppable, Mommy!” one whispered conspiratorially.I glanced at Marco again. He was watching us, his jaw tight with mock exasperation, but I could see the sparkle in his eyes, the love. The chaos of the morning, the spilled cereal, the sq
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