There’s a difference.
Tired you can fix with sleep.
This one?
You carry it.
I got home late.
Did the usual.
Checked on the kids.
They were asleep.
Ava curled up neatly like she always is.
Et somehow diagonally across the bed like he owns space.
I adjusted their blankets.
Stood there for a second longer than necessary.
Then left.
By 11pm, I was finally in bed.
Lights off.
Room quiet.
Phone in my hand.
I was scrolling without seeing anything.
Just… moving my thumb.
Then my phone buzzed.
Marcus.
Hi babes, so I have a gist for you.
I groaned softly and rubbed my face.
“Not tonight…” I muttered.
But I still opened it.
Because it’s Marcus.
And with him, ignoring messages feels… wrong.
I replied with a sticker.
What’s up
Then added,
I really need to rest rn
The typing bubble popped up almost immediately.
Then disappeared.
Then came back.
Then-
I saw Dave.
I sat up.
Just like that.
+20 P.2


VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave)