The front door felt heavy in my hand, I was mentally and physically exhausted. I pushed it stepping inside in the hoping for just a few minutes of quiet.
All I wanted was to breathe, to calm the storm inside me, before I had to go pick up Marco.
But peace wasn't waiting for me.
The first thing I saw was Marco, playing with toy cars on the rug in the living room. My heart always lifted when I saw him, no matter how bad I felt. He looked up, his face lighting up. "Mommy!" he shouted, dropping a red car and scrambling to his feet.
Before I could even properly smile back, a deeper voice cut through the air. "Well, look who decided to show up."
My blood ran cold. Astor. He was here. He stood by the fireplace, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes looked cold as ice.
I swallowed hard
