Simon, eleven, and his younger brother Charlie, nine, were having one of their usual weekend games of hide and seek.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, and the house was still, except for the sound of Simon counting aloud in front of the fridge. His eyes were squeezed shut as he slowly counted, “Eight, nine, ten!”

Charlie, quick and light on his feet, raced upstairs in search of the perfect hiding spot. His small frame made him an expert at squeezing into places that Simon could never find him.

He stood at the doorway of his room, debating whether to go under the bed—his usual hiding place.

But this time, Charlie wanted to try something new. His eyes landed on their dad’s work table in the parents’ bedroom. He had always been curious if he could fit behind it.

With a mischievous grin, he tiptoed toward the table, carefully moving a chair aside before slipping behind it.

As he wedged himself into the narrow space, he accidentally knocked over a stack of papers from the desk. The sound of rustling papers made him freeze.

He glanced nervously at the mess on the floor, but there was no time to fix it now. Simon was almost done counting.

Downstairs, Simon called out, “Ready or not, here I come!” He sprinted upstairs, beginning his search by checking under Charlie’s bed, but to his surprise, it was empty.

Simon scratched his head, wondering where his brother had hidden this time. As he turned to leave, something caught his eye.

There were papers scattered on the floor of their parents’ bedroom, which seemed strange.

Simon entered the room, his curiosity piqued, and scanned the area. It was then that he noticed a pair of small shoes poking out from behind their dad’s work table.

“Found you!” Simon exclaimed with a triumphant grin.

Charlie crawled out from behind the table, laughing in defeat. “Okay, okay, you got me!” he said, wiping dust from his clothes.

But just as they were about to leave the room, Charlie’s attention shifted to the papers on the floor. His eyes caught a word that stood out.

“Simon, what’s a divorce?” Charlie asked, holding up one of the documents. His innocent question carried the weight of something neither of them fully understood.

Simon’s smile faded as he frowned and moved closer. “Where did you see that?” he asked, glancing at the paper in Charlie’s hand.

“Here,” Charlie said, pointing to the bold letters at the top of the page.

Simon’s face went pale when he read the word “Divorce” printed clearly at the top. He froze, a knot forming in his stomach.

“Divorce…it means Mom and Dad won’t be together anymore,” Simon muttered, barely able to process what he was saying.

Charlie’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“No! That can’t be true. They love each other, don’t they?” His voice wavered with fear, looking to his older brother for reassurance.

“I thought so too,” Simon replied softly, his heart sinking as reality started to hit him.

The brothers stood there, the weight of what they had discovered pressing down on them. The thought of their family breaking apart felt too scary to face.

Charlie, his small fists clenched with determination, broke the silence. “We have to stop them, Simon. We can’t let this happen.”

Simon shook his head slowly.

“But how? We’re just kids, Charlie. What can we do?”

Charlie’s face grew serious. “Who else can do it? We’re the only ones who know. We’ll figure it out. We have to.”

Without hesitation, Simon tore the divorce papers in half, as if destroying the document could erase the problem.

They didn’t have all the answers, but they knew one thing—they couldn’t let their family fall apart. Later that day, their parents, Lena and George came home. Simon and Charlie immediately went into observation mode, watching their parents closely.

There was something different about them, an uneasy tension that made the air in the house feel heavy.

Neither parent spoke much, and they both seemed distant, their faces set in serious expressions. It was clear that something was weighing on their minds.

As George stepped past Lena at the front door, he muttered, “I’ll get the papers, and then we can go.” His voice was low and tired, as if he’d already made this decision in his head long before.

Charlie’s heart sank at his father’s words. He knew exactly what papers George was talking about—the divorce papers they had found earlier.

As George made his way upstairs, Charlie quickly followed him, quietly trailing behind. Simon stayed downstairs, trying to keep an eye on their mom, who seemed lost in her own thoughts.

Upstairs, George went into the bedroom and started searching for the papers, shuffling through the items on his work table. His movements were slow and heavy, almost as if he wasn’t in a rush to find them.

Charlie, hiding behind the door, watched as his father rifled through drawers, his frustration growing as the papers refused to appear.

Finally, George sighed, his shoulders slumping as he stood still for a moment.

There was a strange look of relief on his face, as if a part of him was glad the papers were gone.

Charlie silently crept out of the room and dashed back downstairs, just in time to see George telling Lena, “I can’t find the papers.”

Lena’s face tightened in frustration. Her voice was sharp when she responded, “It’s fine. Just print new ones. We’ll have to wait a few more minutes.”

Simon and Charlie exchanged quick glances, realizing they had to act fast. Charlie raced back upstairs while Simon ran to the backyard.

They had no time to waste. Charlie, thinking quickly, dumped all the paper from the printer out of the window.

He even threw out the new pack of paper their dad had bought as backup. Outside, Simon caught the sheets and immediately tossed them into the trash bin.

Meanwhile, downstairs, George tried to print the papers, only to discover the printer was empty.

“We’re out of paper,” he said, sounding genuinely surprised.

Lena groaned, crossing her arms in frustration.

“George, I thought we agreed on this. Why are you playing games now?”

“I’m not, Lena. I swear I didn’t do anything,” George replied, his tone calm but defensive. “Look, I know the last few years have been tough, but we’ve had some really good times too, haven’t we?”

Lena sighed and crossed her arms.

“Yeah, we did. But now everything feels like a dull routine. I just want my life back. I want to be happy again.”

The boys, listening from their hiding spots, felt a surge of panic.

George took a deep breath, his voice soft but pleading.

“Lena, think about the kids. Don’t they matter? Doesn’t our family matter? I’ve made mistakes, I know that. But I love you. I love our family, and I don’t want to lose everything we’ve built together.”

Lena’s hardened expression began to falter, her eyes softening slightly. But her frustration remained.

“It’s not that simple, George,” she replied, her voice trembling. “You don’t get it. You’ve been so distant for so long. I’ve been carrying all of this weight on my own, and I’m tired. I need more than just promises.”

George shook his head, clearly frustrated.

“But, Lena, I can’t fix what I don’t know. I’m not a mind reader. You shut me out, and I’ve been trying to understand, but I don’t know what’s wrong if you don’t talk to me.”

Tears welled up in Lena’s eyes as she whispered, “You should just know, George. After all these years, you should know how I feel.”

There was a moment of silence between them before Lena sighed, her voice breaking.

“But maybe… maybe you’re right. Maybe we didn’t try hard enough.”

George stepped closer, his voice soft but full of hope.

“Love doesn’t just happen, Lena. It takes work. We’ve had our share of rough patches, but I’m ready to put in the effort. I want us to be happy again. Are you ready to try?”

Lena looked down at the floor, her emotions swirling inside her. “I don’t know, George. I don’t know if I can anymore.”

But in that moment, even her hesitation felt like a small step forward.

George’s gentle smile grew as he stepped closer, his voice soft but full of hope.

“It’s better than a ‘no,’ and I’ll take that. Can we at least try? For us? For the boys?”

Lena hesitated, wiping away a tear that had escaped down her cheek. Her voice was quiet but filled with emotion.

“I guess we can try… for the boys.” She exhaled deeply, the tension slowly melting from her shoulders.

In the shadows, Simon and Charlie stood side by side, their hearts racing with both relief and excitement.

As they watched their parents embrace, tears welled up in Lena’s eyes, and she held George tightly, her grip full of the emotion she had been hiding for so long.

It became clear to the boys that, despite everything, neither of their parents truly wanted the divorce.

They just hadn’t known how to reach each other—until now.

George gently kissed the top of Lena’s head.

“We’ll figure it out together,” he whispered, his voice full of quiet determination.

Simon nudged Charlie with a grin, their shared glance filled with the pride of knowing that their plan had worked.

They had stopped something terrible from happening. It wouldn’t be easy for their parents to rebuild their relationship, but at least now, they had hope.

As their parents stood together, the boys smiled at each other.

They understood, in their young way, that love wasn’t perfect and that families needed to work hard to stay together. But, for now, they had saved their family, and that was enough.