I woke up with a heavy feeling in my stomach and one desperate plan: pretend yesterday had never happened.
Getting the twins dressed and fed was harder than usual. Every time I looked at Leo’s serious little face or heard Maya talking excitedly about her “Pretty Uncle,” my chest tightened with worry. I had spent half the night thinking about Damian Wolfe. Men like him didn’t change their minds because a little girl offered them candy. Whatever had happened between them, I needed to keep my children away from him.
Before leaving for my early shift, I checked that the twins had everything they needed.
“Leo, please keep an eye on your sister,” I told him.
He glanced at Maya, who was busy arranging her toys. “I will, Mommy.”
“I mean it. No adventures while I’m gone.”
“I know,” he sighed.
