Briana POVAfter dinner, Anthony got a phone call. He excused himself to answer it.I, too, took the time to check on the children.“They are doing fine,” Rowan replied to my query. There was nothing more to say, but I lingered on the line. I wanted to ask Rowan something but was too shy to voice out what was in my head.“Anything else, sis?” Rowan inquired in the gap.I shook my head.By this time, I also saw Anthony weaving his way back to our table. I presumed he had concluded his business.“Nothing. Thanks, Rowan.”“Okay. Enjoy.”Then, the line was dead.Anthony sat back on his chair and inquired. “Were you checking on the children?” He asked after putting his phone away.I nodded awkwardly. “The triplets were asleep. They did not even ask for me.” I said, shrugging.“You must appreciate that they do not demand most of your time, unlike when they were younger.”“Yes. But I felt weirded out. The children are growing, and they need me less and less. Especially now that Noah i
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