Blaming herself for the umpteenth time for not being able to keep shut when she should, Reyona pondered over and over whether she should go or not.
“Nobody needs you there anyway,” her subconsciousness whispered in anger.
Reyona felt like a fool for even asking such a question. What was she going there for? Their father’s wife? The wife whom none of them wanted to know about their existence? She was sure that the children knew who she was.
Reyona wondered what the two of them had told the kids about her.
Leah was sick. Reyona could see the trusting, blue eyes sparked up with an infectious smile in her mind’s eyes even as she bent over the file that Charlotte brought her. She could almost feel the silky, glossy brown hair she could picture vividly in her hand as she turned the sheaf of papers over.