Christan closed his eyes. Is that why these two haven’t asked him questions about their mother? Tanya talked to them, but not to him. Why? Did she really feel that she couldn’t trust him with her secrets? He took a deep breath before opening his eyes and looking at his children.
“What did your mom say? Tell me everything.” He readied himself and sat more comfortably.
The kids exchanged a glance before starting. Whenever Tanya leaves for a case, she would come to see them a few times a week, in the middle of the night. It’s their little secret, which they kept.
Tanya would ask them about their week, how things went, whether they behaved well and treated others appropriately. She would remind them to be good boys, study well, and take care of their dad. Christan wasn’t sure how to react
