*Molly*
I take the twins outside while Tyler takes his morning nap. It’s bright and sunny, with a light wind and white, fluffy clouds in the sky. It’s a perfect day, but I feel a pang of guilt that the kids are still stuck in the bubble.
It could be worse, I remind myself. The alternative is the safe room. At least here, they have the yard, and thanks to Peter, there’s a small playground for them with a fence around it. And there it is again—that guilt.
I open the gate, and the kids walk happily inside. Cora goes straight to the sandbox and lifts a little shovel. Andrew walks around for a moment, taking it all in. I watch him as he looks around, and I sit on one of the swings.
“Mama swing,” Andrew says, walking up with his arms out to me. I stand and lift him, turning to sit h
