Chapter Sixteen

Sinjin couldn't remember the last time he'd had so much fun just goofing around. He and the boys had played games like chess, Monopoly, and Scrabble. When they grew tired of the games, they pleaded with him to tell them a story, so he fabricated one from his imagination.

It had been so scary that they literally begged him to stop and cowered in fear under their blankets. Taking pity on them, he assured them they had nothing to worry about. While Troy stared at him skeptically, not believing him, Tristan simply grinned and called him an awesome storyteller.

Now the boys were asleep, but he was finding it hard to sleep. He was thinking about Eds, wondering if she was asleep or, like him, staring up at the ceiling and wondering how her boys were doing. He wouldn't blame her because if his kids were with a stranger, he'd also wonder if they were doing fine.

He wanted to tell her that she was an amazing person who had birthed and raised two amazing children so well. If there were an award