Iris:
"Mommy, where are we going? Why did we take a plane? Are we going to be with Daddy again? He must be so upset."
My children had been asking questions for hours.
My mother had arranged a private jet for us. Of course she had. She had the means. I had not been able to answer them.
Luca handled the children, speaking to them gently while I responded only now and then before turning my head to look out the window at the clouds.
"Kids, your mother is mourning," my mother remarked tiredly, holding a glass of wine.
"What is mourning?" Colin asked her. "Is it like a good morning?"
My mother rolled her eyes.
"Your mother is crying because your father got married to someone else," she replied.
I closed my eyes and clenched my fists. I lifted my head and gave my mother a sharp look.
"You have had enough fun with me," I said quietly.
I turned to my children. Their faces had gone pale.
Colin slipped out of his seat and stepped toward me, cupping my face with both hands.
