Joyce's soft sobs echoed from Hugo's children's room. The kids were asleep, but she lay face down on the bed, crying over what had happened. She couldn't believe how angry Hugo was. She was shocked he was trying to push her away. If it weren't for Marcus and the triplets crying for her earlier, she might be back in England by now.
A knock on the door startled her. She quickly stood up, wiped her tears, and opened the door.
"Sweetie, are you okay? Try to understand Hugo. Ever since he came back from England, he's been like this. He even yells at us," Miss Esther said.
"I'm to blame for everything that's happened to him. I'm here to fix my mistakes, but it feels impossible. I can see how angry he is," Joyce said.
"Just hang in there, sweetie. Come downstairs and have supper. You haven't
