Alaia
We managed to sleep during the trip; we were exhausted. I opened my eyes and looked at my children, reflecting on these past two years, especially on the day he asked for a divorce. I remembered his look—there was the answer. I shook my head. How could I not have seen it? I gently stroked Alana’s curls and held Noah’s hand, the fruits of our love.
The flight landed in Los Angeles, and we went directly to Nick’s house.
My children were still asleep in the car. When we arrived, I hurried toward the door.
I pressed my hands together and wiped them on my pants. Damn, I was too nervous.
The loud chime of the doorbell echoed inside. I couldn’t see anyone, and my anxiety made me ring again.
My heart stopped when I heard footsteps and saw a figure through the etched glass, though I cou
