Sleep came slowly.
The next morning came too fast. My body felt heavy, but I forced myself to get up.
The children were already stirring. I smiled faintly and began waking them one by one. “Get up, sleepyheads,” I said, trying to sound cheerful.
We got ready and left the house together after breakfast. It was Sunday, so the streets were quieter, the morning air cool against our faces.
When we reached the main road, I hailed a cab. “You’ll show me the way,” I told the kids as we climbed in.
They nodded, excitement and nervousness mixed on their faces.
The bar wasn’t far, but the ride felt long. My stomach twisted the closer we got.
When we arrived, a young waiter was standing outside, as if he’d been expecting us. He smiled politely. “The boss asked me to wait for you.”
“Why?” I ask
