More Time With Them

VIVIENNE

My heart automatically ached when Ezekiel mentioned our first child.

Although years had already passed and I even got Vera and Vince now, the pain of the miscarriage was never really gone. It just stayed within me, occasionally getting triggered.

I could still clearly remember how alone I felt during that time. How everything seemed to crumble around me. And worst of all, I felt like I had lost Ezekiel too. He became so distant, so cold. It was as if the miscarriage took away more than just our child; it took away the man I had fallen in love with.

But I didn’t want to dwell on those thoughts. So, I pushed the negative feelings aside.

"Anyways," I began, trying to change the subject, "don’t you have work to do? How were you able to travel from Paris to New York and come here to the park with us?"

Ezekiel looked at me. The guilt faded from his expression.

He was probably guilty when he brought up our lost child earlier. Now, a small smile played on his lips again.

"I cance