Martina
I feel better upstairs with my children. I know that maybe Vincent wanted me to go with him, but seeing Mr. Thierry makes me uncomfortable; possibly other people are like him.
There will come a time when Vincent and I go out in public, and everyone will know he has two children—I hope so.
Night falls, and I notice the silence; it seems everyone has already left.
Vero brought my dinner up a while ago. I take a relaxing bath, get comfortable, and make sure my babies are alright.
Mrs. Marie left when the children fell asleep. She's nice. I thought they might be upset because I'm not at their son's level, but none of them cared; they make me feel at ease.
I stay with my children for a while, looking at the precious little people heaven has sent me, my heart is full of love. S
