While the kids suckle happily, I change them and rush through a morning routine of
shower, brushing teeth, a change of clothes and tidying up. In the corner of my room, the
boxes from the day before still piles high. When I open the door to run back to the nursery,
Declyn stands outside. He looks past me with a frown and points.
“Why aren’t you unpacking your things?” he asks with a suspicious look at me.
I can’t very well tell him I am still in a strop over Anja having picked my clothes with
him. I also can’t tell him that her perfume clings to everything and it reminds me constantly
of how she stamps herself into every aspect of my life without trying. I’m working through
it, but that too is a challenge this agent needs more time for.
“I – uhm,” But I don’t want to lie to him ei
