“Jason booked the rental weeks ago.”
“Weeks?”
Marcus shrugged.
“Then we need to arrange help. I need help.”
He laughed.
“Why?”
“Because I can’t care for three infants alone for five days.”
“You do it every day.”
“And I need help every day.”
He shut the fridge harder than necessary.
“I work. I pay the bills. I need a break.”
“What about me?”
“What about you?”
“I thought we’d take a family vacation when the babies were older. Maybe for their first birthday.”
Marcus actually laughed in my face.
“But have you earned a vacation?”
The kitchen went silent.
Even Soleil stopped fussing for a second.
I stared at him.
“What did you say?”
“You heard me.”
“I take care of three babies all day and all night.”
“You don’t work.”
“I left my job because we agreed I would stay home.”
“And I’m the one paying for everything.”
He swept one hand around the room as if he’d purchased the walls, the babies, and me.
My voice shook.
“I nearly died bringing them home.”
“I know.”
“No, you know it happened. You don’t act like it mattered.”
Marcus grabbed his phone.
“I’m going, Evelyn. You haven’t earned a break, and I’m not arguing about it.”
He walked upstairs.
I stood there with Soleil’s bottle in my hand.
For months, I’d wondered how to make him understand.
That afternoon, I realized he already knew.
He just didn’t care enough to help.
The next morning, Ian and Jason pulled into the driveway, honking.
Marcus posed with Luna, then handed her back before she could grab his collar.
“Try not to make me feel guilty while I’m gone,” he said.
I held Luna against my chest.
“I don’t have the energy to make you feel anything.”
He kissed the top of her head, picked up his suitcase, and left.
The following morning, I was buckling Luna into her carrier when my phone alarm went off.
“TRIPLETS’ SIX-MONTH CHECKUP – 9:30.”
I looked at the clock. It was 8:41.
Soleil cried as I lifted her, Bodhi kicked off one sock, and the diaper bag fell twice before I strapped them in.
I reached for the key hook.
Empty.
I checked the counter, my purse, and the junk drawer. Both sets were gone, even though Marcus’s friends had picked him up.
I called him.
He answered over music and voices. “What’s wrong, Evelyn?”
“Where are the car keys?”
A pause.
“I took them.”
“Both sets?”
“I didn’t want you driving around alone with all three babies.”
I stared at the carriers. “You don’t get to decide that after leaving me alone with them.”
“Stay home.”
“They have a checkup in 40 minutes.”
“I forgot. Reschedule it.”
“No. They’ve waited weeks.”
“Then call Caleb.”
I looked at Luna chewing her strap, Soleil crying, and Bodhi watching me quietly.
“You took my way out because you wanted control, Marcus.”
“That’s not what this is.”
“It is now.”
I ended the call and called my brother.
“Hey, trouble,” he said. “What’s wrong?”
“Caleb, I need a ride. It’s for the babies.”
His voice changed immediately. “I’m coming.”
“And Caleb?”
“Yeah?”
I looked around the kitchen. Bottles covered the counter. Marcus’s coffee mug was still beside the sink.
“After the appointment, I need help moving.”
He paused.
“Are you sure?”
That’s why I trusted him.
He didn’t tell me what to do.
He asked.
“I’ve never been more sure.”
Caleb arrived quickly and took the diaper bag from my shoulder.
“Tell me what you need.”
“We open the old house.”
The old house had belonged to Mom and Dad.
After Dad died, Mom stayed there for a while, then moved somewhere smaller. She later transferred the house to me because she wanted it kept in the family.
Marcus hated it.
He called it old and inconvenient.
I had let it sit mostly empty because arguing with him had always felt harder than giving in.
Caleb glanced at me as he pulled away from the clinic. Luna was asleep behind us, Soleil was chewing her sleeve, and Bodhi kicked his feet against his carrier.
“All three are fine,” I said. “The nurse said they’re growing well, and we should keep doing what we’re doing.”
Caleb tightened his hands on the wheel. “We? Marcus isn’t here.”
“That’s why we’re leaving.”
He looked at me. “Are you leaving because you’re angry or because you’re done?”
“Both.”
“Anger wears off, Ev. Three babies depend on you. Make sure this is the best choice for them.”
“I know.”
“Then tell me what happens tomorrow.”
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