My mother and I go to the Secret Cafe after doing a little shopping in the boutique stores. It is up a small side street filled with little boutique stores and away from the main areas, hence the name.
We have just finished eating, and my mother is going through the bag of goodies she bought the twins. Luke tells me all about school and how much he’s missed me, and Mom tells me how Dad is struggling without my help.
She tells me he didn’t realize how much of the business and pack I ran. I am glad he is feeling my absence. Though it should probably sadden me that the pack is suffering, yet Lexa believes the same. He’s made his bed. He can now sleep in it.
“So, how much longer have you got now?” Mom asks as the waitress brings out a pot of tea.
“About a month to go,” I tell her, smoo
