Miguel’s heart pounded as he followed Laura home.
As he reached the front yard, he saw Laura standing there, the children were clinging to her.
“Laura, wait… please,” he whispered.
His breath caught in his throat as he braced himself for any possible reaction from Laura.
The sight of their children made his guilt even stronger. Laura remained quiet and her face had no expression on it this time.
Miguel took a deep breath and approached her.
“Laura,” he said softly, trying to keep his voice steady, “ Laura, please, can we talk?”
Laura turned her head away, not ready to have this confrontation again. “What’s there to talk about, Miguel?” she said, her voice began to tremble slightly.
“You made your choice when you had the chance to be there. You’ve made it very clear enough that
