CORINNE
Tuesday arrived, officially marking the beginning of my death sentence.
Alright, maybe that was dramatic. But death sentence felt like the only accurate way to describe the fallout my life had turned into.
Lucian didn’t show up at drop-off this morning, which left me handling the boys alone. He had obviously told them about the new arrangement, because their reactions could not have been more obvious. While Lucas spent the morning practically vibrating with enough excitement to power a small city, Eli had been my shadow, his small hand gripping the hem of my sweater all day as if he were afraid I’d vanish if he let go.
“Are you absolutely certain about this, Cori?” Benny’s anxious voice came through.
I paused halfway through stuffing a stack of sweaters into an open box on my
