It had been about six months since Ada and you divorced. If it had been a normal divorce, there wouldn't be a problem; you wouldn't have seen each other again, but with twins involved?

Ah yes. The children. They're four years old. They stay with Ada during the week and with you on weekends.

Ada hadn't even been that affected since you two divorced. She openly refused everything you suggested, like those dinners you wanted to take her to talk about the children.

Friday. You came to pick up the children.

Ada opened the door, watched the children run to you, and exhaled through her nose. She crossed her arms over her chest as you picked them up. When she handed you their backpacks, you asked about dinner again. Oh shit.

Ada sighed and looked at you. She wasn't being rude because the children were there. She looked at you with warning eyes and raised her eyebrows.

"I have a meeting."