"Mom, are you okay?" Paris asked softly, her small brows furrowed in concern.
I turned toward the twins, who were both standing a few steps away, watching me intently.
I forced a small smile and straightened up. "Of course I'm okay," I said, hoping my voice didn't sound as shaky as I felt. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Paris tilted her head. "Because you look… sad," she said quietly. "Is it because of him?"
For a moment, I froze. Kids really do see everything, don't they? Even the things you try so hard to hide.
"No, sweetheart," I said gently, kneeling down to their level. "He didn't make me sad. It's just—" I paused, searching for the right words. "He's not supposed to be here."
"Why not?" Egypt asked.
I didn't answer.
Paris exchanged a look with her sister. "He brought flowers. You don't like lilies anymore, Mom?"
That question made me chuckle a little, easing the tightness in my chest. "I do," I said softly. "Just… not from everyone."
Egypt frowned slightly. "Why not?"
