“Honestly she looked like his type.”
McKayla, Rena, and Adelina had come to the park with the kids to have a playdate. Other kids ran around, jumping on the swings and cutting their knees, but our kids had guards monitoring the entire area. Some of the other parents whispered among themselves, and it felt awkward at first. Adelina told me I’d forget the guards were there in time.
“Who?” Adelina cut a slice of an apple and handed one to me.
“Natalia.”
“One of Renato’s old hoes,” Rena joked.
“Rena,” Adelina chastised.
“Sorry, Mom,” Rena replied and took the plate of food from her.
“RJ can pick up on your energy. Natalia has no control over your emotions unless you let her,” Adelina preached, and Renato showed me in more ways than one what they had was superficial.
“How about your rel
