“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she rolled her eyes, ignoring the pain just the simple movement caused.
“You think you can fix everything for everyone, don’t you Mac.” Nuncio walked into the room and sat with his back against the footboard of her bed, kicking his feet up beside her.
“Still don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You saw how upset Dulce was, earlier this morning about not being part of his life, and you know how much she is hurting. You figured you could send him over to her and they can patch it up.”
She picked a fluff of Romeo’s hair off her duvet and rolled it in her fingers not meeting his gaze. “Why would I do such a thing?”
“Because you’re you, Mac.” Nuncio offered as an explanation. “Always so worried about everyone else you forget about your own feeli
