"I miss mommy. When is she coming back?" Damon had asked me for the umpteenth time this week. This was why I hated being at home. The questions never ended. Over and over again, they asked about Ariana and all I could do was promise them that they would see her soon while they Facetimed her with every chance they got with their grandmother. I didn't see her at work. We avoided each other, I suppose. If I kept seeing her, I would be forced to run back into the warmth of her arms. She had made her choice and I was letting her do her thing. Choosing to separate from her was not an impulsive decision, I spent a lot of time thinking about it and I figured it was best that I did not make her feel trapped. Struggling to pack up Ava's curls, my mind strayed over to how I used to see Ariana do it and I missed her even more. I shook my head vigorously. No, I was not going to let her get to me. I could do this. My phone rang, jolting me out of my thoughts, thankfully so. It was Amy. I groaned
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