Numb.

That was the only word to describe how Arieon was feeling presently. She stood in the living room staring at the large family portrait that was hung on the wall on too of the staircase.

She walked up the stairs, her eyes never leaving the huge portrait. It was a portrait of her, Enzo and their triplets. She was seated on a white throne-like chair with the triplets carefully placed on her lap. Enzo was sitting on the arm of the chair with her leaning closer to him. One of his arm was across her shoulders while his other hand was holding her hand.

She had a warm smile...