Leah
I couldn't focus at work with that damn drawing flashing in my mind.
How long has Roman known about him? What else does he know?
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. I could still remember what he said about not wanting to bring another him into this world. And I'd told him I wasn't his mother.
So why are you scared, Leah?
"Baby, how was school today?" I asked, glancing at him through the rearview mirror.
"Not okay," he said simply, playing with the action figure he'd left in the car that morning.
"Why? What happened?"
"Nothing."
"Come on, sweetheart. Tell mummy what happened," I urged gently.
"Nothing," he repeated.
I sighed, stopping at a red light. "So... do you want to talk about your drawing?"
"Nope."
God, who did he get his stubbornness from?
"You think it's cr
