"They're for Jonah," I answered.Sheldon froze, staring at the roses in my arms."These don't really look like… wait." He smacked his forehead as if he had just remembered something. "Today's Jonah's birthday, isn't it? Damn, how could I forget my own son's birthday?"My grip on the flowers tightened. Even three years later, the words hit like a knife. He didn't even remember their birthday.He hadn't thought twice about me holding only one bouquet, as if it was normal when I had four boys. He hadn't even remembered they were quadruplets."Fine," I said, my voice sharp as glass. "I'll take you to see your son."His face lit up instantly, as if I'd just handed him forgiveness. He smiled, relieved, almost giddy.But the second we stepped into the cemetery, he faltered."Uh… Lizzie? Why are we here? The boys should be getting out of school right about now. Shouldn't we—""He's here," I said, walking straight ahead.He blinked, confused, then chuckled nervously. "Oh, I get it. Ki
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