Hailee's POV
For a moment, the room was so quiet I could hear the soft beeping of the heart monitors. My boys, my three beautiful sons, stared at me with wide, confused eyes, each of them looking for answers I didn't know how to give.
Then Ozzy's small, trembling voice broke the silence.
"Mom," he said slowly, frowning. "How… how can we have three different fathers?"
My heart stopped.
I froze, my throat closing up. The question hung heavy in the air, cruel in its innocence. How was I supposed to explain something so dark, so shameful, to my own children? They were only ten. They didn't deserve to carry my mistakes.
"Ozzy…" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
They all waited, three pairs of eyes, three pieces of my heart, staring at me like strangers.
I looked down, my hands shaking. "It's complicated," I said finally. "You wouldn't understand right now."
