—Mabel—
No, I thought wrong.
He wasn’t trying to make up—he called so he could talk with his children. Stupid of me to believe he wanted more.
I glanced at the children. They’d finished eating.
“Alright, sweethearts. Time for school.”
“Last one to the car is a soggy sandwich!” Damian blurted, and they tore into a race, their backpacks bouncing behind them.
As expected, Damian was first, followed by Eloise. Nathaniel, the quiet one, was still halfway down the hallway when he realized he’d lost.
“Not fair. I wasn’t ready,” he pouted.
Damian grinned and stuck out his tongue. “Then you’re the soggy sandwich!”
Nathaniel groaned—then burst into a fit of laughter. Their giggles echoed across the driveway, once again putting a smile on my face.
“Their energy is unmatched,” chimed Mrs. Ch
