The weekend rolled in with an unusually boring atmosphere. Everything felt slow. Painfully slow.
With everything that had happened lately, I didn't even have the energy to take Zayn and Zarra out anywhere. And I definitely didn't want to disturb Liam. He had his own life too.
So, we settled for a quiet weekend at home.
We had brunch on the porch that morning, played outside for a while, and somehow managed to survive the day without leaving the house.
Now, it was 3:30 p.m.
Zayn and Zarra were napping in their playroom.
Every weekend, that room somehow looked more alive than the rest of the house.
Scattered toys.
Books lying open on the play mat.
An unfinished puzzle abandoned near the couch.
Crayons and coloured pencils scattered across the floor.
Normally, I would have tidied e
