Maria's Point of View
I pushed the door open, and there was Martha, my twin's nanny, her expression filled with concern. "They couldn't sleep earlier... They're waiting for you," she said anxiously. I offered her a quick smile as I stepped inside the house.
"Are they upstairs?" I inquired while making my way to the kitchen for a glass of water. Martha followed closely behind, replying, "Yes... they're playing." She paused next to me, "They want to know why you're home so late."
I turned to her, "I ran into their father. He mentioned he wants to make amends with the kids." My voice trembled with worry, and I could feel tears welling up. Martha's face reflected her shock as she processed the news. "Are you going to allow that?" she asked. I wanted to say no, but I knew he still had rights
