Doing It On My Own

...Sebastian POV...

So I could just not keep my mouth shut. I just had to say it. My exact word, "Kati, twins do not run in my life; does it run in yours?"

So I found myself sleeping in the guest room last night.

The next morning, I decide to make her a strong cup of tea.

I knock.

No answer.

I knock harder.

Still no answer.

I knock again.

Again no answer.

Should I just go in or wait?

I will just say I had to get something.

When I enter the room, it is empty. She is not here; her clothes seem to be gone as well as all those shoes in their boxes are gone too. Everything that is Kati or what was Kati is gone. She is gone. The babies is gone.

She is gone.

Perhaps she is only but outside.

No. 

She is not there.

She is gone.

Not fucking again!

Kati left thinking I am a shit-ass husband, an even shittier father.

In an instant, it is all away.