Time was rushing by too fast. Diana wanted to hold it back, keep Warren from leaving. The children were so happy over Christmas, more so than usual because of having their daddy home again. For her it had been bittersweet, knowing she was losing him. She’d begged him not to tell them. He’d finally agreed to simply say he was going to the center, feeling he’d progress faster there.
They’d found his plan reasonable—at least the girls had. Sarah’s apartment and Lily’s dorm were in the same neighborhood as Morton’s Rehab Center and they could pop in and see their daddy whenever they wanted. Robbie was a different matter. He must have asked his father a hundred times why he didn’t want to stay at home with them. It broke her heart.
The van from the center was coming this morning and Robbie had stomped out of Warren’s room and into the kitchen. She needed to reassure him, but didn’t know how to do that without lying. Warren wanted a divorce. Every time the thought surfaced, it was like a fist sized lump lodged in the back of her throat. How was she to tell Robbie everything would be all right? Nothing was right. Their world was crumbling around them and she was powerless to stop it.
Entering the kitchen, she saw him sitting at the breakfast table, big fat teardrops lying on his cheeks. “Robbie, would you like some breakfast?” She forced a cheerful tone into her voice that she was far from feeling.
“No, I’m not hungry.”
“You don’t have to worry about Daddy. I promise to take you over every day to see him.”
“What about when I go back to school?”
“Every day, Robbie. We’ll go right after school, I promise.”
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