19

“You should leave, Nadine will be back soon. I don't want her to find you here.” Tristan uttered softly. Although his mind was in turmoil.

“I can't leave.” She sobbed gently.

“I want my children back.” She begged, trying to grab his shirt.

“I said... Leave!” Tristan bellowed, pointing at the door, his hands shaking from the sudden shift in emotion.

And this made Madine tremble, his voice penetrated her ears intrusively. His eyes were red with anger and his veins popped on his huge biceps. He was wearing an armless shirt, it made it obvious. He was angry. She saw that he was angry and it scared her.

She fell to the floor, sitting tired. She ran her hand in the air, looking into space while tears clouded her eyes.

“All I want are my kids.” She whispered tears rolling down both sides of her cheeks.

Tristan was conflicted inwardly. He wanted to help, badly. He wanted to do something to help her. Her tears, doom and gloom, expression were killing him.

He turned around, trying hard