*Lucien*
When Giovanni and I leave the bar and head to Genevieve's, I think about stalling, but I decide against because we have already done enough of that.
We both knock on the door, and the kids give us the warmest reception, and I think about how life would be if they were living with me. Just how joy filled the home will seem, and I long for what I do not have.
I shove those thoughts down because the last thing I need to do is think about unhappy thoughts when I am with my own children. The reason for my joy. The ones who showed me I was not even fully happy.
We both walk in, and I am stunned at how beautiful Genevieve looks. My eyes I am sure are fully widened. She looks so beautiful, and I can tell she can feel my stare, but is trying as much as possible to ignore it.
