The confirmation of Mateo being Romeo’s son intimidated her.
He was Mateo’s blood. He could take him from her.
Panic at an all-time high, Penelope was hiding and indeed being a coward as she planned to run. Looking at Mateo she asked him casually, “Are you ready to head home yet sweets? Maybe spend some time with grandma and grandpa?”
Mateo’s head weaved side to side, “Eh not yet.” Nodding slowly and feeling stress knot up her back, Mateo noticed his mom avoiding Romeo. And Romeo, noticing it could feel the hate she seemed to steam with as she avoided him.
Holding Mateo close and not speaking when he did, Romeo’s smile fell as the coffee he’d tried to give her went ignored.
Sighing defeated on day three, he was surprised when Smithers of all people met him and fell in step, “Just
