Chapter 79 Home, Bitter Home

• Willow’s POV
• The air was cool as I stepped off the plane, but it carried none of the comfort I had hoped for. The airport was almost empty, the usual bustle of travelers replaced by an eerie quiet. I glanced around, clutching Daniel closer to my chest while Lina adjusted Ella in her arms. The kids were asleep, their small faces pressed against our shoulders, their breaths soft and even. We exchanged a tired look and I immediately knew that we might have come on the wrong day.
• The trip had been long, and I was drained from carrying the weight of both my children and my decisions. There had been no warm welcome, no familiar faces waiting to greet me. That was intentional. I hadn’t reached out to the triplets, didn’t want to. If they had also reached out, I might have felt differently, I realized. I was hurt that they did not reach out to me.