Everyone waiting on a response it would seem, Leonardo DeLuna looked at his wife. Still waiting.
A dry sigh and the response of, “I don’t want to go with you on one of your trips. I’m fine.” Hating his wife didn’t want to, and missing when she used to love going any and everywhere with him, Leonardo nodded at Helena. Watching her walk away, the friction was odd between the two of them.
“Why was he at the funeral?” Her question after seeing Romeo valid, Leonardo had been shocked too. No more so when he’d seen the older version of the young boy he hadn’t thought about twice at his best friend’s funeral. Having not talked to Nicolas or his dad about Romeo in years, them telling him what a shitty father he was? Had made him stop all conversation by proving what a good father he was.
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