Hannah’s point of view.
We had the best day, splashing around the pool at Aden’s hotel. I mostly just sat on the waters edge, legs dangling in the water, watching Aden pick up each of my children one at a time and throw them in water. I loved the way they laughed and carried on as they fought against their little floaties to get back to him, only to be picked up and thrown again. It was so infectious that I couldn’t help but giggle along with them. My heart swelled watching the happy scene in front of me. I had always wondered what type of father Aden would have been. This was certainly better than anything I could have come up with. The guilt of what I cost my precious angels ate at me, not for the first time. The last three months had been the best and yet most painful since I had beco
