"Mommy, are we really going there on the weekend?"
"Are you really going to come with us?"
"Is that a promise?"
"Mommy, a promise is a promise. You will not break it, will you?"
Lola thought of the twins' questions before she tucked them into bed, smiling at the expectant look they had given her. Just from their expressions, she knew their hearts would be broken if she didn't fulfill the promise.
After all, unlike what she expected — that they would request to go to outer space — the twins asked for something very simple. So simple, she wasn't sure if it broke her heart or brought her relief, since it was something achievable.
Leaning against the railing on the second floor of the penthouse, she stared at the person who had just arrived.
Damn it…
Lola cupped her face, watching Atlas take off his blazer and drape it over the armrest of the couch. After that, he quietly unbuttoned his sleeves.
