Richard
Roman is in the kitchen.
He's flipping pancakes with a bright smile on his face. Brighter than the morning sun. Outside the window, Juliette and their son are playing in the grass.
"So?" He asks. "How have you been?"
I want to tell him that I've not been okay since I left. I want to tell him that I've thought about him every single day since he left. I want to tell him that life hasn't been so sunny ever since he left. But I know that will put a frown on his face. So I lie and say that I've been good. He doesn't seem to buy that.
"How's Anton?"
"His name is River now." I scoff. "Can you imagine?"
I expect him to laugh and make fun of the new name but he doesn't.
"I think it's a beautiful name." He narrows his eyes at me. "I hope you didn't make fun of him."
"Ofcourse I mad
