110: Serenity

A V E L I N A

Christian didn't answer any of my calls. Neither did he reply to any of my messages. It was obvious that he was ignoring me.

It's been a month.

A month since I saw Lorenzo. A month since he left and went back to New York. A month since I told him to leave me for good.

He still calls. To check on the kids. At least, that was the only good thing I could do for him. I never let him hear my voice or see my face. Once he was done talking to the kids, I end the call immediately.

The kids couldn't go a day without talking to him. Even Zion had warmed up to him and would always speak to him about his day or the new friends he made.

I was at the grocery store with Zion and Autumn when a man with his children passes. He carried his two kids and got whatever they pointed at. My heart squeezed as I watched my children's expression.

It wasn't because I couldn't get for them whatever they wanted, it was the realization that they had never and would never have this type of relationship