And Penelope felt for a moment like crying.
Going to the door and closing it, she sat down on the little two seat couch in the corner of her office by the window. A pretty view and the bustling street still going as people got their Saturday night in the final notes of summer on.
Grinning, Penelope looked away as she admitted, “I feel selfish.” Hannah thought she understood but no, she couldn’t.
“I feel like such a horrible mother because I keep hating him for stuff. For...suddenly swooping in and being this person, my son is more connected to than me. He can’t help it, but it feels...unfair. I raised Mateo and love him with every piece of me, but Romeo is his father. And I can almost just see their connection, it’s hard sometimes.”
Hannah grabbed her boss and friend’s hand, “Sweet
