His First Lady
When he’s gone, I stand alone in the bathroom for a long moment, wondering if I’ve just made the worst mistake of my life.
After a long day, I eagerly head back to the house to spend time with the children, yet when I walk inside and call for them, they don’t answer. Instead, Garnar walks out from his study carrying a piece of paper. My sister is nowhere in sight. Odd for her not to be his little shadow.
“Where are the girls?” I ask him. They are the only reason I still come by the house and we both know it.
“They are at a friend’s house tonight,” Garnar says.