Ellie POV
Leaving the boys behind was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do, and that was saying something considering the mess my life had been the past year.
I bent down, brushing a kiss over each of their foreheads, trying to memorize the warmth of their skin and the sound of their soft breathing as if that could sustain me until the next time I saw them. I hadn’t been away from them for more than a few hours since they were born.
Their little hands closed on my fingers as I touched their soft palms. It wasn’t a handhold, just an automatic reaction, but it still made my heart ache.
My chest hurt from the effort of not sobbing in front of them. They were too little to understand what was happening, too little to understand that anything was even happening. They were still too young
