Chapter 17.

—Lena's POV—

“Ok then, hopefully the kid is still alive.” He says.

“Yea, hopefully.” I say but I don't say what's on my mind who's is that the kid is probably dead.

We continue walking and I can feel him watching me, I know he has questions but he better come out and say it because I'm not going to help him.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked.

“It depends.” I tell him.

“On what?” He asked.

“Does it have to do with work?” I asked him.

“No, it doesn't.” He tells me.

“Then it's my personal life then, well you can ask but I make no promises to answer.” I tell him.

“It’s about your children actually, is their father in the picture?” He asked me.

I knew he was going to ask me this and I already prepared an answer for him. “Yes, he is. He didn't come with us because he has a big project back at work, but he'll come visit them when he has the chance.” I tell him and the lie just slips easily off my tongue.