The next morning, I woke up early, the echoes of last night's tears still fresh in my mind.
I had cried myself to sleep on the couch, unable to bear the thought of lying next to Adam, who seemed to hate me now.
The cries of Anthony woke me,quickly followed by the sounds of Andrew and Anne stirring. I went to their room, attended to their needs, changed their diapers, and prepared breakfast.
As I moved through the kitchen, I couldn't help but think about our current situation.
Living in this big estate seemed unnecessary now, especially after everything that had happened.
I suggested to Adam that we move to a more comfortable apartment, still with elevators for convenience. He didn't respond, lost in his own thoughts.
Adam woke up a little later. When he saw me, he imme
