Penelope knew she looked awful.
She’d cried all night and then been seething until sunrise to have to do this. Sun breaking and her almost angry meditation staving off sleepiness, she was red eyed and scary looking. She knew it.
Making breakfast on auto pilot and keeping it warm while her son slept in, she unlocked the back patio door and opened it. Waving in once, the man about to knock froze and then slowly followed.
Looking at Penelope, the air felt like a stab to Romeo as she didn’t look at him as she said, “Every Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday my friend Harper used to get him from school. From now on, you’ll pick him up and spend an hour and a half with him like you choose.”
Romeo was about to say that wasn’t enough, but she surprised him saying, “After two weeks of this rout
