THE TRUTH

Britany.

As the car pulls up to the school entrance, I feel a sense of dread and anticipation welling up inside me. I know that I didn't handle the situation with the kids very well, but I'm hoping that maybe they'll still let me say goodbye.

As soon as the car stops, I jump out and rush over to where they're sitting in the backseat. "Hey guys," I say softly, trying to keep my voice steady. "I just wanted to say goodbye before you go into school."

They both look at me warily, their expressions guarded and unyielding. I can see the hurt and anger in their eyes, and it breaks my heart all over again.

"Please, just let me touch you," I beg, reaching out with trembling hands. "I know I messed up, but I love you both so much. I just want to show you that I care."

But they don't budge. Instead, they shrink away from my touch, their small bodies huddling together protectively.

Tears start streaming down my face as I watch them disappear through the school gates, their tiny figures receding i