asked the question that revealed what mattered most to her.
“What are we supposed to do with eight children?”
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“They are your children and Robert’s children,” I replied. “That is for you to solve.”
Amanda pulled out her phone.
“I’m calling Robert. He will talk some sense into you.”
“My decision will not change.”
The next morning, Paula arrived at eight.
Her car was loaded with beach chairs, snacks, and everything we needed for the trip.
I placed my suitcase in the trunk and watched my home disappear in the side mirror.
My phone rang repeatedly during the first hour.
After the tenth call, I turned it off.
Paula glanced at me.
“Are you all right?”
“I will be.”
We arrived at the coastal town that afternoon.
It was small and beautiful, with pastel houses, cobblestone streets, and the smell of salt drifting through the air.
