Julian
“Brelly’s home!” Samuel yells from his position at the window.
I pretend to continue reading my book on the sofa, but no matter how many times I read a line on the page, I only see the words Brielle repeated to me: your mother killed herself to get away from you.
I’m failing miserably at this parenting thing, and I feel as though the weight of the world sits heavily on my shoulders. Willow hasn’t uttered a single word to me since Brielle left last night.
Willow comes bounding down the stairs and rushes out the front door with Samuel to meet their nanny.
I clench my jaw and turn the page.
I hate that they prefer her company to mine when she’s only been here for all of ten days. I know that says a lot about me.
My fingers flick the page in annoyance. I can hear all three of the
