Willow's POV
I couldn’t shake the unease as I parked my car outside Jason’s house. My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white as if clinging to any semblance of control I had left. Today was the day. After eight years of trying to forget, I would face them again. The triplets. Asher, Aiden, Axel. Just their names made my stomach churn with a mixture of dread and anger.
I glanced in the rearview mirror at my twins, Daniel and Ella, who were sitting quietly in the backseat. They had no idea what was going on, and I intended to keep it that way. Jason’s house would be their sanctuary for the day, far removed from the tension I was about to dive into. The last thing I needed was for them to sense my anxiety.
"Alright, kiddos. You’re going to have so much fun with Uncle Jason toda
