Chapter102:

Chapter 102:  Third person point of view  Helena’s heart felt like it might burst from the weight of the moment. She looked at the children, their expectant faces filled with hope, curiosity, and a determination far beyond their years. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to smile. “No, my loves,” she said gently, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. “The man in the picture isn’t your father. He’s just an old friend of your mom’s.” The children exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from hope to confusion and then to doubt. “An old friend?” Leo asked, his voice laced with skepticism. “Then why does Mom cry when she looks at his picture?” Helena hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “Sometimes, people hold onto memories that make them emotional. It doesn’t always mean those memories are bad. Your mom has her reasons, but I promise you, that man isn’t your father.” Mia frowned, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “Then why won’t she talk about our dad