What am I going to do?

The next day was the weekend, and thankfully so.

After a long blessed week, all Anna wanted to do was sleep in and bury her head in the sand throughout the morning.

Alas, she reminded herself of the shopping trip to get the twins new clothes for fall and winter - they were quickly outgrowing their clothes. Especially Andrew. That boy was growing like a weed.

Anna headed out the door and to the mall, her twins in tow.

As she began shopping for the twins, she expected the trip to go smoothly but somehow, she was to be proven wrong again.

“Mommy, what about seeing daddy? You didn’t tell us,” Andrew demanded, his brows furrowed.

Anna felt the heat of frustration come over her and she let out a sigh.

“Andrew, please. We can talk about it later,” she replied to her son.

“I want to talk about it now! Can we see him? I want him,” her son insisted, to her growing displeasure.

Make them understand, Ethan had implied the last time they spoke. She didn’t want him to leave her; that would mean the