1.48 CAROLINE

It feels weird being in the twins office without them here.

Its like its their own safe space, like their sanctuary.

I know it might be odd, but i can always see a difference in them when they are here.

Rounding the desk, i sit in the chair and go to enter the password to the computer when the stack of papers on the edge of the desk catch my eyes.

Am I being pranked right now?

I look down at the thick stack of papers staring at me from the top of the desk.

Petition for divorce.

What the fuck is going on?

Do the twins want a divorce?

I must be tripping. There is no way that they want a divorce from me.

They love me.

I pick up my phone and dial Antonio's number. I just want to hear his voice, hear him tell me that this was all a joke, that the papers in front of me aren't meant for me. That I’m not looking at a divorce petition.

That they don't want a divorce.

That they do want me.

That they do love me.

That I’m enough for them.

I just need to talk to them.

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