Business meeting

Lotus' P. O. V

One week later,

I hated to admit that my relationship with Peter had not improved, not even the least. In fact, it made it all worse when he kept acting cold and distant. My kids kept on questioning me about Daddy and why we were not talking to each other anymore, and the only explanation I could give them was to send them back to Australia with their Nana.

I sighed, going down to make my early morning coffee.

It was a routine I had followed every morning for the past few weeks, ever since Peter had changed towards me. But today was different. The sound of a car driving into the porche made my ear perk and alert me that he was back.

As I stood by the stove, flipping pancakes, the sound of Peter's hurried footsteps grew louder. Before I could even turn around to acknowledge his presence, he barged into the kitchen, anger radiating from his every pore.

"Where are the children?" he demanded, his voice laced with frustration.

I turned my gaze towards him, my eyes meeting hi