The next morning the house is somehow…different.
I can’t place my finger on it but…something is somehow not right. I look around, trying to figure it out. In so many ways everything seems…normal. The Betas are buzzing, moving around doing their work. Burton is here again – thank god – doing some general dusting and straightening up, humming a little French song to himself.
Rafe is surly, standing at the Alpha’s desk and doing his work but…that’s nothing new…
Victor stands with him, but somehow I know it’s not him that’s off…
Instead, my eyes are drawn to my two children, who sit at the table, staring at each other, angry frowns on their face. I blink at them, suddenly realizing that it’s them.
That my two sons haven’t said a word to me the entire morning. And they’re not at all the
