LEO'S POV
I was in the middle of a call with my Singapore office when Renata knocked twice.
I knew before she opened the door. Two knocks meant something that couldn’t wait. Two knocks at 11 a.m. on a Tuesday with my calendar already blocked meant only one category of interruption.
My mother walked in like she owned the building. She had always walked like that, like every room she entered had been arranged specifically for her arrival and was simply waiting to be used properly.
“You look tired,” she said, settling into the chair across from my desk with the ease of a woman who had been sitting in chairs like this since before I could remember. “You’re not sleeping.”
“I sleep fine.”
“You have shadows under your eyes, Leo.” She said it gently, with warmth. “I worry about you. You work
