Chapter Sixty-eight

God she missed him.

If there was any time she needed him more than ever, it was now. But once again she'd let her big mouth chase him away. Maybe she was truly allergic to happiness.

Like the coward she was, she'd spent the night at a hotel, hoping by the next day she'd have enough courage to face her children and give them some sort of explanation about her disappearance and their grandma. Even though they hadn't started asking questions yet, she knew it was only a matter of time and she didn't want to be caught chewing her words when that time came. The boys were at the stage in their life where they were extra perceptive and questioning.

But as she lay on the small bed in the room, she didn't feel any different than she felt the day before.

Sighing, she forced herself to get up. It was getting late and if she didn't do anything, the whole day would be lost. She'd already spent the better part of it moping around and making herself feel terrible. She showered with what condiment