One of the babies stirred and let out a soft cry, waking Paige. She blinked, instinctively reached for something in the stroller, and only then looked up. When her eyes met Matthew’s, a wave of emotions swept across her face, culminating in a quiet resignation that affected him more than anger.
—Matthew—she said in a fragile but serene voice—. I didn’t expect this.
Neither did he. Words failed him until Helen stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over Paige and then the babies with disbelief and concern. “Son,” she said gently, “are you okay?”
Paige hesitated, then lifted one of the babies from the stroller and hugged him. “They’re adopted,” she explained firmly despite the trembling. “Their mother couldn’t take care of them. She couldn’t abandon them.”
Helen’s gaze softened, and Matthew felt a knot in his stomach. Questions flooded his mind, but what came out was simple: “Where are you staying?”
Paige looked down. “Nowhere permanent. I’m waiting for a spot in a shelter.”
That was enough. Helen stood tall with the authority of a woman who had raised a child alone and survived far worse than mere inconveniences. “You’re not going to sit on a bench with three babies,” she declared. “Matthew has an empty apartment and he’s not going to argue with me.”
Matthew opened his mouth, but quickly closed it, because the truth was he didn’t want to argue. “You can stay,” he said quietly. “Until you find something stable.”
Paige’s pride vanished, then crumbled under the weight of exhaustion. “For the children,” she finally said. “Only for them.”
The apartment in Cherry Creek was quiet and spotless, unused despite its comfort. Paige entered as if afraid of leaving any trace. While Matthew went out to buy supplies, Helen took charge with practical efficiency: feeding the babies, heating water, and insisting that Paige eat something nutritious. When Matthew returned hours later, the space had transformed into a place full of life, with soft sounds and a sense of purpose.
That same night, with the babies finally asleep, Paige told her story. She spoke of an idea she’d nurtured for years: a digital platform designed to connect single parents with shared resources and real support, and of an investor who promised a partnership and then betrayed her. She spoke of cleaning jobs, sleepless nights, and the time a desperate woman handed her three newborns and begged for mercy.
Matthew listened without interrupting. When she finished, he asked, “Do you still have the project files?”
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