Laura
Three months had passed since I left David, and though I’d blocked his number, it seemed utterly pointless. Somehow, my phone kept betraying me, unblocking him without my knowledge. Either that, or David was a wizard at bypassing digital boundaries—a skill I had come to loathe.
Still, what was the point of blocking him? He was the twins’ father. And unfortunately, he was also very good at finding me.
The motel room we were staying in was… well, a far cry from comfortable. The twins were sprawled on mismatched bedding, with Alexandra sleeping peacefully in a drawer I’d lined with a soft blanket. Adrian, on the other hand, was nestled in a suitcase I’d padded with towels. Mrs. Abigail, bless her soul, was curled up on a fold-out bed that looked like it had fought wars.
Then came th
