EPILOGUE II

I'm outside on the balcony, on the phone with my mother for the second time today, which is a record for us I try as much as possible to avoid phone calls with her. She's complaining about my father yet another time, he's cheating again.

Not sure he ever even stopped but that's something I can't say to her.

I look over the huge glass windows staring at Lucas, my perfect husband. He's is sitting on the little sitting area in our bedroom, working on his laptop while watching CNN. I don't want to be on the phone with my mother I want to be inside with him cuddled up or something, he just got back from Europe last night and we've barely been alone with the kids and everything.

"Vanessa are you even listening to me?" My mother asks sensing my concentration is somewhere else.

"Ofcourse mom I'm listening but I don't know what to do help." I say with a sigh.

"You could talk to your father about this who