Chapter # 99

I was staying with my sons for the night, being with them to help them relax so that I was here and they could sleep.

It might take a few months for our mansion to be rebuilt so we had to live in this place.

I resented the thought of allowing any traumatic experience to ruin their lives.

For fuck’s sake, they were only five as I hoped they forget whatever happened in their upcoming years.

‘Please keep my home safe from an evil eye,’ I prayed hopelessly, spending the night with them.

The next morning, I did some formalities with the cops.

Paid for the loss, handled a few meetings, not leaving my boys side for a heartbeat, Anthony was following my shadow as Matthew was on the bed.

I was downstairs with Anthony who asked innocently.

“What are you going to do now, Papa?”

“You don’t have to worry about it, son, I will get Mama back,” I whispered.

Placing my hand over his head as he hummed, hugging me.

As we were in the hall, I was immersed in my unwanted thoughts, gathering my perception