Erica's POV;

The next morning came and Lorenzo and I were still not talking to each other. He didn't even sleep in our bedroom and chose to sleep in the guest room on the ground floor.

I was up early and was about to make breakfast for the kids when Lorenzo stepped out of his room, fully dressed in a t-shirt and dark blue jeans.

He didn't even breathe a word of good morning and simply stepped out, slamming the door behind him, making the whole house tremble.

I sighed and said nothing and the kids looked at me with shock on their faces and a dozen questions in their...