I wanted to stay ensconced in the spare room forever.
The twins’ room.
Jesus.
Reality hadn’t truly sunk in.
Eliza was gone—possibly forever.
I had twins I was responsible for—possibly forever.
My dreams and hopes were gone—possibly forever.
Because whatever happened from this day forward was entirely dependent on the two babies in the next room.
Being watched over by Anthony Rodrigues.
I kept expecting him to leave, but he didn’t seem in a hurry to go anywhere. I sorted through some blocks and a toy that made barnyard noises when the babies depressed certain buttons. Oh, and a dog that spoke when you squeezed his stomach. That’d entertain them, right? Except they wouldn’t be strong enough to squeeze, which meant one of the adults had to do it.
After we get them settled, we need t
