144 Turmoil

Becca.

I noticed the twins' alertness and i composed my emotions. Outwardly at least. There is no way I can take care of my kids, give them the best if their mother is locked away in the hospital as a psychiatric patient.

Passing my credit card to the young clerk at the counter, I released a tiny breath of relief when a quick glance revealed the woman was nowhere to be found. Probably left because she could not stand to inhale the same air as me.

Yet, there is no way I could relax unless we leave this place.

“Let’s go, Mum. Everything is packed.” My daughter called softly and her voice brought me out of my retrospection.

“Yes, let’s go, sweethearts.” I accepted quietly as we moved with our goods that are now neatly packed in plastics and arranged accordingly in the single cart.

Pushing the cart in a manner that was considered harried, I urged my kids along, more hurriedly than usual.

And before we walked out of the door, I saw them glancing behind their shoulders; As if checking for s