The drive back home was pensive and thick with tension. I kept throwing glances in the rearview mirror at the twins who were quiet, especially Lucien.
He wouldn't even look at me, and the thought that I'd caused it hurt me so much. By the time we pulled up into the house, it was around noon, and as I unbuckled the twins from their car seats, they walked into the house without a word.
I sighed, following behind them as I walked through the threshold of our home. Lola seemed surprised to see me and the twins home at that time because I hadn't planned to come home until dinner.
“Welcome home, Ms. Wilson,” she said apprehensively, throwing a glance at the twins who were going up the stairs. I could see the question in her eyes to ask what was wrong, but she didn't dare utter a word in quest
