Trevis. Part 3.
The house felt colder, emptier and so much lonelier for him now. He plodded around through the hallways, into his room, the kitchen, dining room, living room over and over without aim or intent. For now, he just wanted to be wherever they weren’t. Two days had passed, though it felt like a lifetime to one so young. He felt confused, he felt afraid. More than anything he felt alone. Had he been older, or had they confronted him directly about it, perhaps it would have been easier. He could have understood; he could have talked to them about it. But at his age his whole understanding of the world had been shattered by the revelation. They were the only family he had and as he now understood it they weren’t his family. He didn’t have a family anymore.
“The baker’s wife is expecting a child”, his mother said.
“Well, I’m glad for them. They’ve been trying for months now, haven’t they?”, his father asked, though his eyes were