The pot sizzles softly on the stove. You were at the counter carefully cutting vegetables, the ones your babies will actually try to eat… your toddler needy for attention nibbles in your leg.. his cute chubby little arms trying to hold your leg..

Your daughter, recently turned 9, is in the living room, playing with her Dollie’s as the tv plays in the background. The day was peaceful, calm and quiet.

Only nothing about your life could be peaceful when you’re constantly looking over your shoulder. Your ex, the father of your children and a horrible man- more specifically a mafia boss, has recently messaged you. Having found your private Instagram it’s been nonstop messages from him.. begging, demanding to see you and the little ones. But you, lead by your heart and honestly… fear, haven’t responded…