Mateo wouldn’t because he wasn’t angry at his father.
He was angry at his mother.
And Penelope just seemed done with everything. “And what have I done now?” Romeo looked at her upset at how she phrased it, but the therapist looked at her with empathy, “Now he did not say you did something. He said you forgot something.”
Confused, Penelope shook her head, “No I didn’t.” Jacqueline Laurant whispered, “His gotcha day?”
And Penelope cursed, “Fuck.” Checking her phone, she exhaled and nodded, “It was last weekend. Damn it.” Seeing her calendar red for the days he had Mateo, he realized, “You blocked out the weekends I have him, so you didn’t get notified, it’s not your fault-.”
She couldn’t help it, “Would you shut up. I don’t f*****g need your pity.”
Angry now, Romeo snapped, “It’s
