Life without Ev was truly lonely. All of us here back in Vegas made a pact to stay out of contact with her as she's the one who left.
I have full time with the kids now and I love having them here all the time. Dallas was obviously with Jay and his new fiancée. I wonder if Ev knows about that?
The kids asked about their mother a lot. "A business trip" is what we told them. But then came the follow up questions of how long she'll be there, when she'd be back, if she'd be back..none of us knew the answer.
It killed me to see my kids grow up without their mother. Emery was almost a clone of her. Small mannerisms and body language from all the kids were remnants of Ev.
I was strong...god, was I strong for those kids. At least until I was behind closed doors. There was where I lost it.
I would go to my study at the house at night and look at my whole gallery wall of her. I hid it behind a curtain behind my desk. A whole wall dedicated to my first, last and only love.
Her photos belonged in a museum, her beauty behind glass.
I took down a picture I painted of her and held it close.
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"Oh Ev, come home. I miss you. I love you. The kids...oh the kids miss you."
