Frida
I take a deep breath before stepping out of my car and onto the pavement. A week after the conversation I had with Stanley, I decide to visit Rose and the kids again.
“Frida!” Rose exclaimed, her face lighting up with joy as she opens the door for me. She stepped aside to let me in. She is carrying one of the quadruplets on her waist, but I couldn’t tell which one.
“This one is Jonas,” Rose says and laughs as she can read the confusion on my face.
“One day I will figure this out,” I chuckle back at her.
Looking around, I see three sets of eyes staring at me curiously. I smile at the other three boys, bending down to get a better look. They are all wearing matching outfits, and I can’t help but chuckle at their cuteness.
“I had a nice, long talk with Stanley the other day,” I te
