Ch 12: This Isn't Jealousy

[--Esmarie Cruz--]

I thought I was fine with the phone call for a good fifteen minutes after what should have been peace. I turned into a snarky person.

This isn’t jealousy. It’s pure, unfiltered anger. A rage that simmers just below the surface, threatening to boil over with every second that passes. Why does he get to live his life at all? Why does he get to move freely, without the weight of guilt or consequences dragging him down? He walks through the world as if nothing matters, as if no one else's pain is real, as if the destruction he's left behind is nothing more than a faint memory. And me? I'm trapped here, stuck with the aftermath of everything—everything he and his brother did.

Because I was so mad, and the twins could feel it, I had to devote my whole day to taking care of my twins-- extra style. The cutest babies in the world, and they're mine. I played with them, fed them, changed them, rocked them to sleep, and put them down for naps twice. Twice! Let me tell you, the