Maria's Point of View
Kairo was gone; now the house had that empty feeling. I sat on the couch, faced the door, and tried to absorb everything that had happened in the last few minutes. His words weighed heavy on my conscience, like a rainstorm that just would not let me go. He wanted Floyd with him. He wanted to be more than just a visitor in their lives. And maybe he'd had the right to that, but the notion of separating the twins-it tore at my heart in ways I wasn't sure I could explain.
I glanced upstairs, where the twins were sleeping. They were so small, so innocent. How could I ever bear telling them it might be better for one of them to live with their father while the other lived with me? How could I do that to them?
My phone buzzed on the coffee table, pulling me out of my tho
