As the food arrives, I try to set the table and create a cozy little moment for us, but Avery and Madison are restless and cranky. Madison crosses her arms, pouting, while Avery pokes at his fries without eating.
"Avery, honey, what's wrong?"
I ask, trying to keep my tone gentle.
He huffs, barely looking at me.
"Why did we have to leave home, Mommy? I don't like this place. And why isn't Dad here?"
Madison chimes in, her voice whiny,
"I don't like this hotel, and I don't want to stay here! I want to go home!"
I take a deep breath, fighting the urge to sigh. I knew this would be hard on them, but it hurts more than I expected.
"I know, sweethearts. I know this is different, and it feels strange. But we're just here for a little while so we can have some space and be together, just the three of us."
"But why?"
Madison insists, pushing her plate away dramatically.
