Fifty Five.

"This is for table 5, right?" Isabella asked the barman with a tired smile. Yes, she was tired and she wished that she could just get home to rest but the whole thing seemed like an impossible thought.

It appeared that the bar was getting more and more crowded every night with each passing day. Since the past two weeks that she first returned home later into the midnight and Seth had tried his best to get into her pants, she had been returning home at the early hours of the morning. This got the man to start thinking that she was purposely returning home late every day just to avoid him. Of course, she didn't do anything to correct the impression the man had. But then, she was truly tired.

She was now spending less and less time with her babies and that was making her feel guilty. Once she got home, she went straight to bed. Sometimes, she slept until late noon the next day, leaving the care of the babies to Rita. Then, by the time she woke up, she was always rushing to get ready for