“Have a nice day, sweetie,” I said before pressing a kiss to my daughter’s soft cheek, holding her in a warm embrace for just a few moments longer. I knew I had to let her go, but I couldn’t help the lingering touch, the need to squeeze her tiny frame just once more before she started her day.
Every morning after breakfast, Rose and Benjamin would head out together. He would drop her off at kindergarten before making his way to work, and then I would be left to my own devices for the rest of the day.
I never thought this would be my life—walking around barefoot in a stunning penthouse apartment, waiting for my daughter and my boyfriend to come home at the end of the day. The sheer luxury of it all still felt foreign sometimes, like a dream I hadn't quite woken up from. I had found ways t
