Chapter 9 The Boy Who Wouldn't Speak

• The drive back home was pensive and thick with tension. I kept throwing glances in the rearview mirror at the twins who were quiet, especially Lucien.
• He wouldn't even look at me, and the thought that I'd caused it hurt me so much. By the time we pulled up into the house, it was around noon, and as I unbuckled the twins from their car seats, they walked into the house without a word.
• I sighed, following behind them as I walked through the threshold of our home. Lola seemed surprised to see me and the twins home at that time because I hadn't planned to come home until dinner.