Some of those raindrops landed on Lena’s face in unison. The heaviness woke her up from her trance, and reminded her what to do next.
She retrieved her eyes from the lost man in front of her and whispered to her children, “Let’s get back home, sweethearts. You’ll catch a cold from the rain.”
The two kids looked at each other. They then nodded their heads and started to follow Lena to walk away.
Vincent was still standing there in front of the bench, completely at a loss. He watched the mother and kids turn and leave and knew he should do something.
But to do exactly what? He had absolutely no idea. And he was still processing the fact that Angela had just showed up with Lena.
Surely, he had heard Angela call some woman “Mommy” while he was still blindfolded, but it would be such a
