But none of that mattered, because the moment she saw their faces, her heart forgot how to beat.

They had Liam’s eyes—a deep, thoughtful hazel that seemed too old for a child. They had Ethan’s jawline—strong and defined even beneath the boyish thinness. And there it was, a tiny, perfect freckle under the left eye of the shorter twin, the same one she used to kiss every night before tucking him into bed.