And almost nothing else.
“THEY’RE COMING HOME WITH US.”
I drove back to our apartment without remembering a single traffic light.
Grant was sitting at the kitchen table when I walked inside.
“You saw the kids?”
I nodded.
“They’re terrified. Social services has them temporarily.”
Grant reached for my hand.
“What happens next?”
I answered before fear could stop me.
“They’re coming here.”
His expression changed.
“What?”
“They lost Mara and David.”
My voice cracked.
“They are not losing each other too.”
Grant slowly stood.
“Elena.”
“I mean it.”
“So do I.”
He dragged both hands across his face.
“We live in a two-bedroom apartment.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
“You’re still in school.”
“I know.”
“I married you because we were building our own life.”
“We still can.”
“No.”
Grant stared at me.
“What you’re describing is becoming the mother of five children overnight.”
