Diane's POV
I stood up slowly, my body feeling heavy, like I was moving through water. The house was quiet except for the soft sounds of Dylan and Danielle playing in their nursery down the hall. My beautiful children, who would now grow up without ever really knowing their father.
"Sarah," I called out, my voice barely above a whisper. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Sarah, could you please get the children ready? We need to go to my father's house."
Our nanny appeared in the living room, her kind face filled with concern. She'd obviously heard my sobbing earlier and was tiptoeing around like she was afraid I might shatter at any moment.
"Of course, Mrs. Hemsworth. Should I pack anything special for them?"
"Just... just something comfortable. We might be there for a while." I couldn't bring myself to tell her why. I couldn't say the words out loud again. Not yet.
