The clock was almost ten o'clock when I finally managed to close the cafeteria. The tables were clean, the counter organized.I put my hands on the counter and closed my eyes. The cell phone was there. I had already rehearsed this connection in my head, always giving up at the last second. What if she hung up? What if she never sent me to look for her again? After all, she had not come to me since she left my house.I took a deep breath. I couldn’t run anymore.Likewise, I picked up the phone, swiped my finger on the screen, and found her number. I tapped “call” before my courage evaporated. The touch took time. One, two, three seconds that seemed an eternity. Until finally her voice filled the line."Hello?"My heart shot. "Naomi."She was silent for a moment, and I almost feared she would turn off. Then she replied. "Lancelot.""Sorry to call so late. I needed to talk to you.""Is everything okay?" she asked, and I noticed there was real concern in her voice."Yeah. I mean, no. I do
The doorbell rang at regular intervals that morning, the smell of fresh coffee spreading through the hall. I had already gotten used to the routine, the noise of the espresso machine, and the repetitive requests from customers who came daily. The cafeteria was my refuge, the place where I could still pretend to have control over something. But no matter how much I buried myself in work, the image of frightened eyes haunted me. That look of fear and disgust did not leave me alone.I was cleaning the counter when I heard again the rattle of the door. I raised my eyes, ready to greet another regular customer. But my words died in my throat.It was Naomi. And she wasn’t alone.Jared came in first, holding his sister’s hand. Jody came to him, big eyes sweeping the place as if every corner was hostile. Jimmy walked back, almost hidden, hugging the toy cart against his chest. I felt my stomach twitch. They saw me."Good morning," said Naomi in a firm voice, as if trying to impose normality o
The next day began with a silence. Naomi was already standing when I woke up. I heard the triplets whispering in the room, whispering to each other, as if they even realized that something was wrong.I stood up slowly, trying to take away the memory of last night’s call. Willow’s voice still echoed in my mind, cold and clear. No matter how deep I breathed, I didn’t come out.Naomi was in the kitchen, stirring a pot with a distracted expression. The loose hair fell on her face, and she didn’t even notice when I approached. "Good morning," I took a chance.She looked up slowly. "You didn’t sleep well.""It is nothing.""You always say that," she replied, turning her attention to the food. "Except I’ve already learned to recognize when you’re hiding something."He wanted to answer, but the door of the room opened and Jared ran to us. He was holding a drawing in his hands."Look, Dad! It’s you with us in the park!"I picked up the sheet, feeling the tightness in my chest. The stroke was
I woke up to the soft sound of their breath. All three. Jared was curled up against the arm of the couch, Jimmy on the floor next to him with a makeshift blanket, and Jody clinging to the pillow that she probably brought from her room. Naomi’s house was never so quiet for me. I hadn't remembered a silence like that since before everything fell apart. Now, every little sound seemed louder, more definite.I stood up slowly, feeling the weight of my body complain, especially the cut on my forehead, still throbbing. I did not want to wake them. For a moment, I just stood there, watching my children sleeping. The truth was simple: I had lost years. Years in which I was not present, in which Naomi alone carried everything that we should have shared. Years in which they grew up without me.I took a deep breath. I couldn’t change the past, but I could decide what I would do from now on.Naomi appeared in the corridor, her hair stuck anyway, tired eyes. She looked at me without saying anything
When the door slammed behind her, silence took over. A heavy, cruel silence, as if each wall had absorbed the farewell and now returned it to me in echo. I stood in the middle of the room, motionless, as if I could still feel her perfume stuck in the air.I knew it was the end. Likewise, I didn’t need her to say it in all caps. Her look had already told me. The way he held his backpack, how he avoided staring into my eyes for too long.Clenching my fists, I breathed deeply, but the air seemed not to reach. The wolf inside me moved, restless, as if seeking something to tear and destroy. It was easier to deal with blood than emptiness. Easier to face enemies than to face that, for her children, I was just that: a monster.I walked to the couch and collapsed there. The body still hurt from the transformation, but the physical pain was small compared to the rest. I closed my eyes and saw the faces of each one. Jared, looking at me as if I were a threat. Jimmy was trying to disguise the te
The way back seemed endless. When Casper turned onto the street of my house, the triplets crouched in the back seat, as if they were sure that something bad could still happen. Jimmy kept his forehead glued to the glass, pretending to watch the street. Jared was not faking anything; he looked at me with glaring eyes, asking for an explanation that I did not have. Jody was still glued to my coat, the small body trembling.As soon as we parked, I stood still for a few seconds, as if I could not unlock my hands from the steering wheel. Casper was the first to move. He opened the door, turned around, and pulled Jared out. He didn’t ask permission. Likewise, he just did it. As if he were trying to make up for lost time."Come on," he said firmly, reaching out to Jimmy.Jared clung to his father without hesitation, his face still marked with tears. Jimmy, slower, eventually gave in but did not let go of Casper’s suspicious look until he got close. Jody was still with me, and I carried her t