Am I happy? Alone in this house, which smells like generic store-bought air freshener, with my non-pink sheets and no red Ferrari in the driveway? I think back on my time with Sierra. When she told me about the babies. Sierra wanted somebody to be a good father to her babies—her family… The air freezes in my lungs. Holy shit. How could I have been so stupid? Her babies are her family. And the father of her babies is also her family. When she told me about the triplets, she was dreaming of having a family with me, building a future together. I misunderstood everything, and I fucked it up in my
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