The kids have already gone to bed. The three of us decide to chill outside by the pool and have a couple of drinks.
The evening settles around us, a tranquil backdrop to the conversation unfolding by the pool.
As the soft glow of twilight bathes the surroundings, Zayn's voice carries across the peaceful atmosphere, recounting the outcome of his meeting with his siblings.
With each word, a sense of sombre resolve hangs in the air, underscoring the weight of their decision.
"We've decided not to tell Dad about Mom's affair yet."
He explains, his tone measured yet tinged with a hint of resignation. I don't get why they would protect that woman.
"There's a huge possibility that he already knows, but... we don't want to add more to his plate right now. He's been through enough."
