Late morning sunlight filtered through the oversized windows of Alexander's Fifth Avenue penthouse, slanting across the cream-colored carpet in warm shafts. Olivia hovered at the door to Leo's nursery, cradling a tray of fresh fruit and yogurt for his mid-morning snack. She paused, listening to his soft chatter.
“Mommy… apple?" came a small voice.
She slipped inside, offering the tray. Leo sat on the floor amid plush animal toys, his lamb propped against his thigh. He reached for a strawberry, his grey-blue eyes bright.
“Here you go, sweetheart," Olivia said, kneeling beside him. She brushed a curl from his face. “Eat up."
He dipped a spoon into the yogurt and slurped. “Mama… friend?" he asked between bites, eyes drifting toward a framed portrait on the dresser: a professionally styled
