Ezra
I came home from work and found only one child waiting for me in the foyer. I scooped up my son but I sensed right away that he was not in the mood for our usual games.
“What’s the matter, Buddy? And where is your partner in crime.”
His lower lip trembled. “She went home.”
“Went home?” I echoed. I didn’t quite believe it, so I carried him into the study. Sure enough the work table I had set up for Kristen was bare. Her books, her sewing machine, and her seamstress mannequin were all gone. I felt a weird sense of disappointment and sorrow mixed with irritation. “Why did they leave?”
“The doctor said her ankle was better now. They put a boot thing on her foot.” He bowed his head. “So she didn’t want to be a bother to us anymore.”
I set Alex on his feet and went to my desk, sitting
