The night seemed to fly by, and before she knew it, it was morning.
Rowan heaved a content sigh. “Mama, I’m filled,” he dropped the last slice of bread in his hand back on the plate as his eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
Fiona munched on the last bread on her plate, gulped down the contents of her mug, and stood up, carrying her handbag. “Let’s be on our way then.” She muttered after she took everything down her throat.
Rowan, dressed in his uniform with his backpack clung tightly like a second skin on his back and his lunch box in his hand.
Bouncing slightly with each step, he followed behind his mom as he bade Nana goodbye with a huge grin.
They got in the car and drove off at maximum speed, dropping Rowan off as usual.
Once she got to the company, she stepped out of the car,
