I Raised My Twin Sons All Alone – but When They Turned 16, They Came Home from Their College Program and Told Me They Wanted Nothing More to Do with Me

I did remember. I just didn’t want to.

A few minutes later, the bell above the door jingled. Evan walked in like he owned the place, in a designer coat, polished shoes, and a smile that made my stomach turn.

He slid into the booth across from the boys like he belonged there. I stayed behind the counter for a moment, watching. Liam’s body stiffened, and Noah wouldn’t look at him.

I walked over with a pot of coffee, holding it like a shield.

“I didn’t order that rubbish, Rachel,” Evan said, not even glancing at me.

“You didn’t have to,” I replied. “You’re not here for coffee. You’re here to make a deal with me and my sons.”