Owen looked at the kids. Taking off his glasses, he began to wipe them, shifting back and forth on his feet. The older one, he saw her, she looked like Diane. He could see it in her eyes. The younger one, yeah, she was all Lyssa. He blushed just realizing the life he had here. The life he could have had.
"Uh..." He blinked. "Answer your mother," he squeaked, trying to be firm. "Where did you find it? Did your uh, sister buy it for you?"