Ex-Husband's Regret
Noah
The hum of the car blends with Nolan’s off-key singing from the backseat, a tune I couldn’t place but one he’s singing with so much conviction I didn’t have the heart to stop him.
Beside him, Nova is trying to braid her doll’s hair while instructing her brother, rather loudly, that he's singing it wrong.
“It’s la-la-la, not na-na-na, Nolan,” she insists, her tone carrying all the authority of a five-year-old who believes she’s queen of the world.