Olivia
I stared numbly out the window at the lazily falling snowflakes. It was a little late in the year for snow, but I didn’t mind watching the fat snowflakes fall and disappear on the ground.
I let out a small sigh and glanced over my shoulder at the flickering fireplace. The twins were fast asleep in the nursery, my own dinner time was coming close, and I wasn’t feeling very much up to eating.
“Maybe I should eat something,” I muttered under my breath, pushing away from the window and heading toward the dimly lit kitchen.
Just as I was about to open the fridge to peer inside, though, I was stopped by the sudden, shrill sound of the landline phone ringing on the wall. I nearly jumped at the sound; it wasn’t very often that anyone called either of us on the home phone.
